Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Stew. O my good Lord, the world is but a word,
Stew. Were it all yours, to giue it in a breath,
Stew. How quickely were it gone.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. You tell me true.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. If you suspect my Husbandry or Falshood,
Stew. Call me before th'exactest Auditors,
Stew. And set me on the proofe. So the Gods blesse me,
Stew. When all our Offices haue beene opprest
Stew. With riotous Feeders, when our Vaults haue wept
Stew. With drunken spilth of Wine; when euery roome
Stew. Hath blaz'd with Lights, and braid with Minstrelsie,
Stew. I haue retyr'd me to a wastefull cocke,
Stew. And set mine eyes at flow.
Tim. Prythee no more.
Stew. Heauens, haue I said, the bounty of this Lord:
Stew. How many prodigall bits haue Slaues and Pezants