Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Stew. An honest poore seruant of yours.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Then I know thee not:
Tim. I neuer had honest man about me, I all
Tim. I kept were Knaues, to serue in meate to Villaines.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. The Gods are witnesse,
Stew. Neu'r did poore Steward weare a truer greefe
Stew. For his vndone Lord, then mine eyes for you.
Tim. What, dost thou weepe?
Tim. Come neerer, then I loue thee
Tim. Because thou art a woman, and disclaim'st
Tim. Flinty mankinde: whose eyes do neuer giue,
Tim. But thorow Lust and Laughter: pittie's sleeping:
Tim. Strange times yt weepe with laughing, not with weeping.
Stew. I begge of you to know me, good my Lord,
Stew. T'accept my greefe, and whil'st this poore wealth lasts,
Stew. To entertaine me as your Steward still.