Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Iu. Poor wounded name: my bosome, as a bed,
Iu. Shall lodge thee till thy wound be throughly heal'd;
Iu. And thus I search it with a soueraigne kisse.
Iu. But twice, or thrice, was Protheus written downe:
Iu. Be calme (good winde) blow not a word away,
Iu. Till I haue found each letter, in the Letter,
Iu. Except mine own name: That, some whirle‑winde beare
Iu. Vnto a ragged, fearefull, hanging Rocke,
Iu. And throw it thence into the raging Sea.
Iu. Loe, here in one line is his name twice writ:
Iu. Poore forlorne Protheus, passionate Protheus:
Iu. To the sweet Iulia: that ile teare away:
Iu. And yet I will not, sith so prettily
Iu. He couples it, to his complaining Names;
Iu. Thus will I fold them, one vpon another;
Iu. Now kisse, embrace, contend, doe what you will.
Lu. Lu.
Lu. Madam: dinner is ready: and your father staies.
Iu. Iu.
Iu. Well, let vs goe.