Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Flam. Flam.
Flam. I need not tell him that, he knowes you are too (diligent.
Flam. Enter Steward in a Cloake, muffled.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. Ha: is not that his Steward muffled so?
Luci. He goes away in a Clowd: Call him, call him.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Do you heare, sir?
2. Varro. 2. Varro.
2. Varro. By your leaue, sir.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. What do ye aske of me, my Friend.
Tit. We waite for certaine Money heere, sir.
Stew. I, if Money were as certaine as your waiting,
Stew. 'Twere sure enough.
Stew. Why then preferr'd you not your summes and Billes
Stew. When your false Masters eate of my Lords meat?
Stew. Then they could smile, and fawne vpon his debts.