Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ste, (For that I knew it the most generall way)
Ste, To them, to vse your Signet, and your Name,
Ste, But they do shake their heads, and I am heere
Ste, No richer in returne.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Is't true? Can't be?
Stew. Stew.
Stew. They answer in a ioynt and corporate voice,
Stew. That now they are at fall, want Treature cannot
Stew. Do what they would, are sorrie: you are Honourable,
Stew. But yet they could haue wisht, they know not,
Stew. Something hath beene amisse; a Noble Nature
Stew. May catch a wrench; would all were well; tis pitty,
Stew. And so intending other serious matters,
Stew. After distastefull lookes; and these hard Fractions
Stew. With certaine halfe‑caps, and cold mouing nods,
Stew. They froze me into Silence.
Tim. You Gods reward them:
Tim. Prythee man looke cheerely. These old Fellowes