Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Tim.
Tim. Ile hunt with him,
Tim. And let them be receiu'd, not without faire Reward.
Fla. Fla.
Fla. What will this come to?
Fla. He commands vs to prouide, and giue great guifts, and
Fla. all out of an empty Coffer:
Fla. Nor will he know his Purse, or yeeld me this,
Fla. To shew him what a Begger his heart is,
Fla. Being of no power to make his wishes good.
Fla. His promises flye so beyond his state,
Fla. That what he speaks is all in debt, he ows for eu'ry word:
Fla. He is so kinde, that he now payes interest for't;
Fla. His Land's put to their Bookes. Well, would I were
Fla. Gently put out of Office, before I were forc'd out:
Fla. Happier is he that has no friend to feede,
Fla. Then such that do e'ne Enemies exceede.
Fla. I bleed inwardly for my Lord.
Fla. Exit