Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Bast. Now quit you well.
Bast. Yeeld, come before my Father, light hoa, here,
Bast. Fly Brother, Torches, Torches, so farewell.
Bast. Exit Edgar.
Bast. Some blood drawne on me, would beget opinion
Bast. Of my more fierce endeauour. I haue seene drunkards
Bast. Do more then this in sport; Father, Father,
Bast. Stop, stop, no helpe?
Bast. Enter Gloster, and Seruants with Torches.
Glo. Glo.
Glo. Now Edmund, where's the villaine?
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Here stood he in the dark, his sharpe Sword out,
Bast. Mumbling of wicked charmes, coniuring the Moone
Bast. To stand auspicious Mistris.
Glo. But where is he?
Bast. Looke Sir, I bleed.