Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. (For I must euer doubt, though ne're so sure)
Tim. Is not thy kindnesse subtle, couetous,
Tim. If not a Vsuring kindnesse, and as rich men deale Guifts,
Tim. Expecting in returne twenty for one?
Stew. Stew.
Stew. No my most worthy Master, in whose brest
Stew. Doubt, and suspect (alas) are plac'd too late:
Stew. You should haue fear'd false times, when you did Feast.
Stew. Suspect still comes, where an estate is least.
Stew. That which I shew, Heauen knowes, is meerely Loue,
Stew. Dutie, and Zeale, to your vnmatched minde;
Stew. Care of your Food and Liuing, and beleeue it,
Stew. My most Honour'd Lord,
Stew. For any benefit that points to mee,
Stew. Either in hope, or present, I'de exchange
Stew. For this one wish, that you had power and wealth
Stew. To requite me, by making rich your selfe.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Looke thee, 'tis so: thou singly honest man,
Tim. Heere take: the Gods out of my miserie