Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Sink. Heere stand we both, and ayme we at the best:
Sink. And for the time shall not seeme tedious,
Sink. Ile tell thee what befell me on a day,
Sink. In this selfe‑place, where now we meane to stand.
Sink. Sink.
Sink. Heere comes a man, let's stay till he be past.
Sink. Enter the King with a Prayer booke.
Hen. Hen.
Hen. From Scotland am I stolne euen of pure loue,
Hen. To greet mine owne Land with my wishfull sight:
Hen. No Harry, Harry, 'tis no Land of thine,
Hen. Thy place is fill'd, thy Scepter wrung from thee,
Hen. Thy Balme washt off, wherewith thou was Annointed:
Hen. No bending knee will call thee Cæsar now,
Hen. No humble suters prease to speake for right:
Hen. No, not a man comes for redresse of thee:
Hen. For how can I helpe them, and not my selfe?
Sink. I, heere's a Deere, whose skin's a Keepers Fee:
Sink. This is the quondam King; Let's seize vpon him.