Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. [Act 4, Scene 2]
Tim. Enter Steward with two or three Seruants.
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1 Heare you M. Master Steward, where's our Master?
1 Are we vndone, cast off, nothing remaining?
Stew. Stew.
Stew. Alack my Fellowes, what should I say to you?
Stew. Let me be recorded by the righteous Gods,
Stew. I am as poore as you.
1 Such a House broke?
1 So Noble a Master falne, all gone, and not
1 One Friend to take his Fortune by the arme,
1 And go along with him.
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2 As we do turne our backes
2 From our Companion, throwne into his graue,
2 So his Familiars to his buried Fortunes
2 Slinke all away, leaue their false vowes with him
2 Like empty purses pickt; and his poore selfe