Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Teare me, take me, and the Gods fall vpon you.
Tim. Exit Timon.
Hort. Hort.
Hort. Faith I perceiue our Masters may throwe their
Hort. caps at their money, these debts may well be call'd despe
Hort. rate ones, for a madman owes 'em.
Hort. Exeunt.
Hort. Enter Timon.
Timon. Timon.
Timon. They haue e'ene put my breath from mee the
Timon. slaues. Creditors? Diuels.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. My deere Lord.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. What if it should be so?
Stew. My Lord.
Tim. Ile haue it so. My Steward?