Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Cel. But at this howre, the house doth keepe it selfe,
Cel. There's none within.
Oli. Oli.
Oli. If that an eye may profit by a tongue,
Oli. Then should I know you by description,
Oli. Such garments, and such yeeres: the boy is faire,
Oli. Of femall fauour, and bestowes himself
Oli. Like a ripe sister: the woman low
Oli. And browner then her brother: are not you
Oli. The owner of the house I did enquire for?
Cel. Cel.
Cel. It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we are.
Oli. Orlando doth commend him to you both,
Oli. And to that youth hee calls his Rosalind
Oli. He sends this bloudy napkin; are you he?
Ros. Ros.
Ros. I am: what must we vnderstand by this?
Oli. Some of my shame, if you will know of me