Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
An. An.
An. My honour'd Lord.
Old. L. Old. L.
Old. L. Why this it is: See, see,
Old. L. I haue beene begging sixteene yeares in Court
Old. L. (Am yet a Courtier beggerly) nor could
Old. L. Come pat betwixt too early, and too late
Old. L. For any suit of pounds: and you, (oh fate)
Old. L. A very fresh Fish heere; fye, fye, fye vpon
Old. L. This compel'd fortune: haue your mouth fild vp,
Old. L. Before you open it.
An. This strange to me.
Old L. Old L.
Old L. How tasts it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no:
Old L. There was a Lady once (tis an old Story)
Old L. That would not be a Queene, that would she not
Old L. For all the mud in Egypt; haue you heard it?
An. Come you are pleasant.