Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Stew. What do ye aske of me, my Friend.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. We waite for certaine Money heere, sir.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. I, if Money were as certaine as your waiting,
Stew. 'Twere sure enough.
Stew. Why then preferr'd you not your summes and Billes
Stew. When your false Masters eate of my Lords meat?
Stew. Then they could smile, and fawne vpon his debts.
Stew. And take downe th'Intrest into their glutt'nous Mawes.
Stew. You do your selues but wrong, to stirre me vp,
Stew. Let me passe quietly:
Stew. Beleeue't, my Lord and I haue made an end,
Stew. I haue no more to reckon, he to spend.
Luci. Luci.
Luci. I, but this answer will not serue.
Stew. If't 'twill not serue, 'tis not so base as you,
Stew. For you serue Knaues.
1. Varro. 1. Varro.