Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sen. Playes in the right hand, thus: but tell him,
Sen. My Vses cry to me; I must serue my turne
Sen. Out of mine owne, his dayes and times are past,
Sen. And my reliances on his fracted dates
Sen. Haue smit my credit. I loue, and honour him,
Sen. But must not breake my backe, to heale his finger.
Sen. Immediate are my needs, and my releefe
Sen. Must not be tost and turn'd to me in words,
Sen. But finde supply immediate. Get you gone,
Sen. Put on a most importunate aspect,
Sen. A visage of demand: for I do feare
Sen. When euery Feather stickes in his owne wing,
Sen. Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
Sen. Which flashes now a Phœnix, get you gone.
Ca. Ca.
Ca. I go sir.
Sen. Sen.
Sen. I go sir?
Sen. Take the Bonds along with you,
Sen. And haue the dates in. Come.