Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Phil. I am of your feare, for that.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Ile shew you how t'obserue a strange euent:
Tit. Your Lord sends now for Money?
Hort. Hort.
Hort. Most true, he doe's.
Tit. And he weares Iewels now of Timons guift,
Tit. For which I waite for money.
Hort. It is against my heart.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. Marke how strange it showes,
Luci. Timon in this, should pay more then he owes:
Luci. And e'ne as if your Lord should weare rich Iewels,
Luci. And send for money for 'em.
Hort. I'me weary of this Charge,
Hort. The Gods can witnesse:
Hort. I know my Lord hath spent of Timons wealth,