Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
K. Iohn. And findes them perfect Richard: sirra speake,
K. Iohn. What doth moue you to claime your brothers land.
Philip. Philip.
Philip. Because he hath a half‑face like my father?
Philip. With halfe that face would he haue all my land,
Philip. A halfe‑fac'd groat, fiue hundred pound a yeere?
Rob. Rob.
Rob. My gracious Liege, when that my father liv'd,
Rob. Your brother did imploy my father much.
Phil. Phil.
Phil. Well sir, by this you cannot get my land,
Phil. Your tale must be how he employ'd my mother.
Rob. And once dispatch'd him in an Embassie
Rob. To Germany, there with the Emperor
Rob. To treat of high affaires touching that time:
Rob. Th'advantage of his absence tooke the King,
Rob. And in the meane time soiourn'd at my fathers;
Rob. Where how he did preuaile, I shame to speake:
Rob. But truth is truth, large lengths of seas and shores