Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sen. All that passe by. It cannot hold, no reason
Sen. Can sound his state in safety. Caphis hoa,
Sen. Caphis I say.
Sen. Enter Caphis.
Ca. Ca.
Ca. Heere sir, what is your pleasure.
Sen. Sen.
Sen. Get on your cloake, & hast you to Lord Timon,
Sen. Importune him for my Moneyes, be not ceast
Sen. With slight deniall; nor then silenc'd, when
Sen. Commend me to your Master, and the Cap
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,