Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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S. Dro. Time is a verie bankerout, and owes more then
S. Dro. he's worth to season.
S. Dro. Nay, he's a theefe too: haue you not heard men say,
S. Dro. That time comes stealing on by night and day?
S. Dro. If I be in debt and theft, and a Serieant in the way,
S. Dro. Hath he not reason to turne backe an houre in a day?
S. Dro. Enter Luciana.
Adr. Adr.
Adr. Go Dromio, there's the monie, beare it straight,
Adr. And bring thy Master home imediately.
Adr. Come sister, I am prest downe with conceit:
Adr. Conceit, my comfort and my iniurie.
Adr. Exit.
Adr. [Act 4, Scene 3]
Adr. Enter Antipholus Siracusia.
Adr. There's not a man I meete but doth salute me
Adr. As if I were their well acquainted friend,
Adr. And euerie one doth call me by my name:
Adr. Some tender monie to me, some inuite me;
Adr. Some other giue me thankes for kindnesses;