Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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2 A dedicated Beggar to the Ayre,
2 With his disease, of all shunn'd pouerty,
2 Walkes like contempt alone. More of our Fellowes.
2 Enter other Seruants.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. All broken Implements of a ruin'd house.
3 3
3 Yet do our hearts weare Timons Liuery,
3 That see I by our Faces: we are Fellowes still,
3 Seruing alike in sorrow: Leak'd is our Barke,
3 And we poore Mates, stand on the dying Decke,
3 Hearing the Surges threat: we must all part
3 Into this Sea of Ayre.
Stew. Good Fellowes all,
Stew. The latest of my wealth Ile share among'st you.
Stew. Where euer we shall meete, for Timons sake,
Stew. Let's yet be Fellowes. Let's shake our heads, and say
Stew. As 'twere a Knell vnto our Masters Fortunes,
Stew. We haue seene better dayes. Let each take some: