Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
An. No in truth.
Old. L. Old. L.
Old. L. Then you are weakly made; plucke off a little,
Old. L. I would not be a young Count in your way,
Old. L. For more then blushing comes to: If your backe
Old. L. Cannot vouchsafe this burthen, tis too weake
Old. L. Euer to get a Boy.
An. An.
An. How you doe talke;
An. I sweare againe, I would not be a Queene,
An. For all the world:
Old. L. In faith, for little England
Old. L. You'ld venture an emballing: I my selfe
Old. L. Would for Carnaruanshire, although there long'd
Old. L. No more to th'Crowne but that: Lo, who comes here?
Old. L. Enter Lord Chamberlaine.
L. Cham. L. Cham.
L. Cham. Good morrow Ladies; what wer't worth to (know
L. Cham. The secret of your conference?