Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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All Lor. O none so welcome.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. I take all, and your seuerall visitations
Tim. So kinde to heart, 'tis not enough to giue:
Tim. Me thinkes, I could deale Kingdomes to my Friends,
Tim. And nere be wearie. Alcibiades,
Tim. Thou art a Soldiour, therefore sildome rich,
Tim. It comes in Charitie to thee: for all thy liuing
Tim. Is mong'st the dead: and all the Lands thou hast
Tim. Lye in a pitcht field.
Alc. Alc.
Alc. I, defil'd Land, my Lord.
1. Lord. 1. Lord.
1. Lord. We are so vertuously bound.
Tim. And so am I to you.
2. Lord. 2. Lord.
2. Lord. So infinitely endeer'd.
Tim. All to you. Lights, more Lights.