Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Tim.
Tim. Flauius.
Fla. Fla.
Fla. My Lord.
Tim. The little Casket bring me hither.
Fla. Yes, my Lord. More Iewels yet?
Fla. There is no crossing him in's humor,
Fla. Else I should tell him well, yfaith I should;
Fla. When all's spent, hee'ld be crost then, and he could:
Fla. 'Tis pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde,
Fla. That man might ne're be wretched for his minde.
Fla. Exit.
1 Lord. 1 Lord.
1 Lord. Where be our men?
Ser. Ser.
Ser. Heere my Lord, in readinesse.
2 Lord. 2 Lord.
2 Lord. Our Horses.