Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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3 Hearing the Surges threat: we must all part
3 Into this Sea of Ayre.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. Good Fellowes all,
Stew. The latest of my wealth Ile share among'st you.
Stew. Where euer we shall meete, for Timons sake,
Stew. Let's yet be Fellowes. Let's shake our heads, and say
Stew. As 'twere a Knell vnto our Masters Fortunes,
Stew. We haue seene better dayes. Let each take some:
Stew. Nay put out all your hands: Not one word more,
Stew. Thus part we rich in sorrow, parting poore.
Stew. Embrace and part seuerall wayes.
Stew. Oh the fierce wretchednesse that Glory brings vs!
Stew. Who would not wish to be from wealth exempt,
Stew. Since Riches point to Misery and Contempt?
Stew. Who would be so mock'd with Glory, or to liue
Stew. But in a Dreame of Friendship,
Stew. To haue his pompe, and all what state compounds,
Stew. But onely painted like his varnisht Friends:
Stew. Poore honest Lord, brought lowe by his owne heart,