Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oldm. Oldm.
Oldm. Most Noble Lord,
Oldm. Pawne me to this your Honour, she is his.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. My hand to thee,
Tim. Mine Honour on my promise.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Humbly I thanke your Lordship, neuer may
Luc. That state or Fortune fall into my keeping,
Luc. Which is not owed to you.
Luc. Exit
Poet. Poet.
Poet. Vouchsafe my Labour,
Poet. And long liue your Lordship.
Tim. I thanke you, you shall heare from me anon:
Tim. Go not away. What haue you there, my Friend?
Pain. Pain.
Pain. A peece of Painting, which I do beseech
Pain. Your Lordship to accept.