Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Pro. Soft musick.
Pro. No tongue: all eyes: be silent.
Pro. Enter Iris.
Ir. Ir.
Ir. Ceres, most bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas
Ir. Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease;
Ir. Thy Turphie‑Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe,
Ir. And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe:
Ir. Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims
Ir. Which spungie Aprill, at thy hest betrims;
Ir. To make cold Nymphes chast crownes; & thy broome‑ (groues;
Ir. Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues,
Ir. Being lasse‑lorne: thy pole‑clipt vineyard,
Ir. And thy Sea‑marge strrile, and rockey‑hard,
Ir. Where thou thy selfe do'st ayre, the Queene o'th Skie,
Ir. Whose watry Arch, and messenger, am I.
Ir. Bids thee leaue these, & with her soueraigne grace,
Ir. Iuno descends.
Ir. Here on this grasse‑plot, in this very place
Ir. To come, and sport: here Peacocks flye amaine: