Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
An. An.
An. I doe not know
An. What kinde of my obedience, I should tender;
An. More then my All, is Nothing: Nor my Prayers
An. Are not words duely hallowed; nor my Wishes
An. More worth, then empty vanities: yet Prayers & Wishes
An. Are all I can returne. 'Beseech your Lordship,
An. Vouchsafe to speake my thankes, and my obedience,
An. As from a blushng Handmaid, to his Highnesse;
An. Whose health and Royalty I pray for.
Cham. Cham.
Cham. Lady;
Cham. I shall not faile t'approue the faire conceit
Cham. The King hath of you. I haue perus'd her well,
Cham. Beauty and Honour in her are so mingled,
Cham. That they haue caught the King: and who knowes yet
Cham. But from this Lady, may proceed a Iemme,
Cham. To lighten all this Ile. I'le to the King,
Cham. And say I spoke with you.
Cham. Exit Lord Chamberlaine.