Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Flo. Or Ethyopians tooth, or the fan’d snow, that’s bolted
Flo. By th’Northerne blasts, twice ore.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. What followes this?
Pol. How prettily th’yong Swaine seemes to wash
Pol. The hand, was faire before? I haue put you out,
Pol. But to your protestation: Let me heare
Pol. What you professe.
Flo. Flo.
Flo. Do, and be witnesse too’t.
Pol. And this my neighbour too?
Flo. And he, and more
Flo. Then he, and men: the earth, the heauens, and all;
Flo. That were I crown’d the most Imperiall Monarch
Flo. Thereof most worthy: were I the fayrest youth
Flo. That euer made eye swerue, had force and knowledge
Flo. More then was euer mans, I would not prize them
Flo. Without her Loue; for her, employ them all,