Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Qu. Thou hast mistaken his letter. Come Lords away.
Qu. Here sweete, put vp this, 'twill be thine another day.
Qu. Exeunt.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. Who is the shooter? Who is the shooter?
Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. Shall I teach you to know.
Boy. I my continent of beautie.
Rosa. Why she that beares the Bow. Finely put off.
Boy. My Lady goes to kill hornes, but if thou marrie,
Boy. Hang me by the necke, if hornes that yeare miscarrie.
Boy. Finely put on.
Rosa. Well then, I am the shooter.
Boy. And who is your Deare?