Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Seb. Seb.
Seb. Claribell.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: she that dwels
Ant. Ten leagues beyond mans life: she that from Naples
Ant. Can haue no note, vnlesse the Sun were post:
Ant. The Man i'th Moone's too slow, till new‑borne chinnes
Ant. Be rough, and Razor‑able: She that from whom
Ant. We all were sea‑swallow'd, though some cast againe,
Ant. (And by that destiny) to performe an act
Ant. Whereof, what's past is Prologue; what to come
Ant. In yours, and my discharge.
Seb. What stuffe is this? How say you?
Seb. 'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis.
Seb. So is she heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions
Seb. There is some space.
Ant. A space, whose eu'ry cubit
Ant. Seemes to cry out, how shall that Claribell