Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
An. Wrench awe from fooles, and tye the wiser soules
An. To thy false seeming? Blood, thou art blood,
An. Let's write good Angell on the Deuills horne
An. 'Tis not the Deuills Crest: how now? who's there?
An. Enter Seruant.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. One Isabell, a Sister, desires accesse to you.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Teach her the way: oh, heauens
Ang. Why doe's my bloud thus muster to my heart,
Ang. Making both it vnable for it selfe,
Ang. And dispossessing all my other parts
Ang. Of necessary fitnesse?
Ang. So play the foolish throngs with one that swounds,
Ang. Come all to help him, and so stop the ayre
Ang. By which hee should reuiue: and euen so
Ang. The generall subiect to a wel‑wisht King
Ang. Quit their owne part, and in obsequious fondnesse
Ang. Crowd to his presence, where their vn‑taught loue
Ang. Must needs appear offence: how now faire Maid.