Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Stew. Nor ha's he with him to supply his life,
Stew. Or that which can command it:
Stew. Ile follow and enquire him out.
Stew. Ile euer serue his minde, with my best will,
Stew. Whilst I haue Gold, Ile be his Steward still.
Stew. Exit.
Stew. [Act 4, Scene 3]
Stew. Enter Timon in the woods.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. O blessed breeding Sun, draw from the earth
Tim. Rotten humidity: below thy Sisters Orbe
Tim. Infect the ayre. Twin'd Brothers of one wombe,
Tim. Whose procreation, residence, and birth,
Tim. Scarse is diuidant; touch them with seuerall fortunes,
Tim. The greater scornes the lesser. Not Nature
Tim. (To whom all sores lay siege) can beare great Fortune
Tim. But by contempt of Nature.
Tim. Raise me this Begger, and deny't that Lord,
Tim. The Senators shall beare contempt Hereditary,
Tim. The Begger Natiue Honor.