Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luci. to that Lord; hee's euer sending: how shall I thank him
Luci. think'st thou? And what has he sent now?
Seruil. Seruil.
Seruil. Has onely sent his present Occasion now my
Seruil. Lord: requesting your Lordship to supply his instant vse
Seruil. with so many Talents.
Lucil. Lucil.
Lucil. I know his Lordship is but merry with me,
Lucil. He cannot want fifty fiue hundred Talents.
Seruil. But in the mean time he wants lesse my Lord.
Seruil. If his occasion were not vertuous,
Seruil. I should not vrge it halfe so faithfully.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Dost thou speake seriously Seruilius?
Seruil. Vpon my soule 'tis true Sir.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. What a wicked Beast was I to disfurnish my
Luci. self against such a good time, when I might ha shewn my