Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Ol. With an inuisible, and subtle stealth
Ol. To creepe in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.
Ol. What hoa, Maluolio.
Ol. Enter Maluolio.
Mal. Mal.
Mal. Heere Madam, at your seruice.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. Run after that same peeuish Messenger
Ol. The Countes man: he left this Ring behinde him
Ol. Would I, or not: tell him, Ile none of it.
Ol. Desire him not to flatter with his Lord,
Ol. Nor hold him vp with hopes, I am not for him:
Ol. If that the youth will come this way to morrow,
Ol. Ile giue him reasons for't: hie thee Maluolio.
Mal. Madam, I will.
Mal. Exit.
Ol. I do I know not what, and feare to finde
Ol. Mine eye too great a flatterer for my minde: