Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fla. Else I should tell him well, yfaith I should;
Fla. When all's spent, hee'ld be crost then, and he could:
Fla. 'Tis pitty Bounty had not eyes behinde,
Fla. That man might ne're be wretched for his minde.
Fla. Exit.
1 Lord. 1 Lord.
1 Lord. Where be our men?
Ser. Ser.
Ser. Heere my Lord, in readinesse.
2 Lord. 2 Lord.
2 Lord. Our Horses.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. O my Friends:
Tim. I haue one word to say to you: Looke you, my good L. Lord
Tim. I must intreat you honour me so much,
Tim. As to aduance this Iewell, accept it, and weare it,
Tim. Kinde my Lord.
1 Lord. I am so farre already in your guifts.
All. All.