Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Pro. to morrow, foure a clocke.
Abh. Abh.
Abh. Come on (Bawd) I will instruct thee in my
Abh. Trade: follow.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. I do desire to learne sir: and I hope, if you haue
Clo. occasion to vse me for your owne turne, you shall finde
Clo. me y'are. For truly sir, for your kindnesse, I owe you
Clo. a good turne.
Clo. Exit.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Call hether Barnardine and Claudio:
Pro. Th'one has my pitie; not a iot the other,
Pro. Being a Murtherer, though he were my brother.
Pro. Enter Claudio.
Pro. Looke, here's the Warrant Claudio, for thy death,
Pro. 'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to morrow
Pro. Thou must be made immortall. Where's Barnardine?
Cla. Cla.
Cla. As fast lock'd vp in sleepe, as guiltlesse labour,