Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. And now I remember my Lord, you gaue good
Tim. words the other day of a Bay Courser I rod on. Tis yours
Tim. because you lik'd it.
1. L. 1. L.
1. L. Oh, I beseech you pardon mee, my Lord, in that.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. You may take my word my Lord: I know no
Tim. man can iustly praise, but what he does affect. I weighe
Tim. my Friends affection with mine owne: Ile tell you true,
Tim. Ile call to you.
All Lor. All Lor.
All Lor. O none so welcome.
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