Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Hect. Surety secure; but modest Doubt is cal'd
Hect. The Beacon of the wise: the tent that searches
Hect. To'th'bottome of the worst. Let Helen go,
Hect. Since the first sword was drawne about this question,
Hect. Euery thythe soule 'mongst many thousand dismes,
Hect. Hath bin as deere as Helen: I meane of ours:
Hect. If we haue lost so many tenths of ours
Hect. To guard a thing not ours, nor worth to vs
Hect. (Had it our name) the valew of one ten;
Hect. What merit's in that reason which denies
Hect. The yeelding of her vp.
Troy. Troy.
Troy. Fie, fie, my Brother;
Troy. Weigh you the worth and hnour of a King
Troy. (So great as our dread Father) in a Scale
Troy. Of common Ounces? Wil you with Counters Summe
Troy. The past proportion of his infinite,
Troy. And buckle in a waste most fathomlesse,
Troy. With spannes and inches so diminutiue,
Troy. As feares and reasons? Fie for godly shame?