Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Tim.
Tim. Let all my Land be sold.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. 'Tis all engag'd, some forfeyted and gone,
Stew. And what remaines will hardly stop the mouth
Stew. Of present dues; the future comes apace:
Stew. What shall defend the interim, and at length
Stew. How goes our reck'ning?
Tim. To Lacedemon did my Land extend.
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. You tell me true.
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,