Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hort. And now Ingratitude, makes it worse then stealth.
Varro. Varro.
Varro. Yes, mine's three thousand Crownes:
Varro. What's yours?
Luci. Luci.
Luci. Fiue thousand mine.
Varro. 'Tis much deepe, and it should seem by th'sum
Varro. Your Masters confidence was aboue mine,
Varro. Else surely his had equall'd.
Varro. Enter Flaminius.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. One of Lord Timons men.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Flaminius? Sir, a word: Pray is my Lord readie
Luc. to come forth?
Flam. Flam.
Flam. No, indeed he is not.
Tit. We attend his Lordship: pray signifie so much.