Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Come neerer, then I loue thee
Tim. Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st
Tim. Flinty mankinde: whose eyes do neuer giue,
Tim. But thorow Lust and Laughter: pittie's sleeping:
Tim. Strange times yt weepe with laughing, not with weeping.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. I begge of you to know me, good my Lord,
Stew. T'accept my greefe, and whil'st this poore wealth lasts,
Stew. To entertaine me as your Steward still.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Had I a Steward
Tim. So true, so iust, and now so comfortable?
Tim. It almost turnes my dangerous Nature wilde.
Tim. Let me behold thy face: Surely, this man
Tim. Was borne of woman.
Tim. Forgiue my generall, and exceptlesse rashnesse
Tim. You perpetuall sober Gods. I do proclaime
Tim. One honest man: Mistake me not, but one:
Tim. No more I pray, and hee's a Steward.
Tim. How faine would I haue hated all mankinde,