Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Lu. He would haue giuen it you, but I being in the way,
Lu. Did in your name receiue it: pardon the fault I pray.
Iul. Iul.
Iul. Now (by my modesty) a goodly Broker:
Iul. Dare you presume to harbour wanton lines?
Iul. To whisper, and conspire against my youth?
Iul. Now trust me, 'tis an office of great worth,
Iul. And you an officer fit for the place:
Iul. There: take the paper: see it be return'd,
Iul. Or else returne no more into my sight.
Lu. Lu.
Lu. To plead for loue, deserues more fee, then hate.
Iul. Will ye be gon?
Lu. That you may ruminate.
Lu. Exit.
Iul. And yet I would I had ore‑look'd the Letter;
Iul. It were a shame to call her backe againe,