Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Seb. It strooke mine eare most terribly.
Alo. Alo.
Alo. I heard nothing.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monsters eare;
Ant. To make an earthquake: sure it was the roare
Ant. Of a whole heard of Lyons.
Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?
Gon. Gon.
Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
Gon. (And that a strange one too) which did awake me:
Gon. I shak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,
Gon. I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse,
Gon. That's verily: 'tis best we stand vpon our guard;
Gon. Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further search
Alo. For my poore sonne.