Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Imo. Frighted, and angred worse: Go bid my woman
Imo. Search for a Iewell, that too casually
Imo. Hath left mine Arme: it was thy Masters. Shrew me
Imo. If I would loose it for a Reuenew,
Imo. Of any Kings in Europe. I do think,
Imo. I saw't this morning: Confident I am.
Imo. Last night 'twas on mine Arme; I kiss'd it,
Imo. I hope it be not gone, to tell my Lord
Imo. That I kisse aught but he.
Pis. Pis.
Pis. 'Twill not be lost.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. I hope so: go and search.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. You haue abus'd me:
Clot. His meanest Garment?
Imo. I, I said so Sir,
Imo. If you will make't an Action, call witnesse to't.