Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Stew. Care of your Food and Liuing, and beleeue it,
Stew. My most Honour'd Lord,
Stew. For any benefit that points to mee,
Stew. Either in hope, or present, I'de exchange
Stew. For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
Stew. To requite me, by making rich your selfe.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Looke thee, 'tis so: thou singly honest man,
Tim. Heere take: the Gods out of my miserie
Tim. Ha's sent thee Treasure. Go, liue rich and happy,
Tim. But thus condition'd: Thou shalt build from men:
Tim. Hate all, curse all, shew Charity to none,
Tim. But let the famisht flesh slide from the Bone,
Tim. Ere thou releeue the Begger. Giue to dogges
Tim. What thou denyest to men. Let Prisons swallow 'em,
Tim. Debts wither 'em to nothing, be men like blasted woods
Tim. And may Diseases licke vp their false bloods,
Tim. And so farewell, and thriue.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. O let me stay, and comfort you, my Master.