Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Post. Yes indeed do I, fellow.
Gao. Gao.
Gao. Your death has eyes in's head then: I haue not
Gao. seene him so pictur'd: you must either bee directed by
Gao. some that take vpon them to know, or to take vpon your
Gao. selfe that which I am sure you do not know: or iump the
Gao. after‑enquiry on your owne perill: and how you shall
Gao. speed in your iournies end, I thinke you'l neuer returne
Gao. to tell one.
Post. Post.
Post. I tell thee, Fellow, there are none want eyes, to
Post. direct them the way I am going, but such as winke, and
Post. will not vse them.
Gao. What an infinite mocke is this, that a man shold
Gao. haue the best vse of eyes, to see the way of blindnesse: I
Gao. am sure hanging's the way of winking.
Gao. Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. Knocke off his Manacles, bring your Prisoner to