Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Stew. And wonder of good deeds, euilly bestow'd!
Stew. What an alteration of Honor has desp'rate want made?
Stew. What vilder thing vpon the earth, then Friends,
Stew. Who can bring Noblest mindes, to basest ends.
Stew. How rarely does it meete with this times guise,
Stew. When man was wisht to loue his Enemies:
Stew. Grant I may euer loue, and rather woo
Stew. Those that would mischeefe me, then those that doo.
Stew. Has caught me in his eye, I will present my honest griefe
Stew. vnto him; and as my Lord, still serue him with my life.
Stew. My deerest Master.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Away: what art thou?
Stew. Stew.
Stew. Haue you forgot me, Sir?
Tim. Why dost aske that? I haue forgot all men.
Tim. Then, if thou grunt'st, th'art a man.
Tim. I haue forgot thee.