SECOND SERVANT
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May it please your Honor, Lord LuciusMay it please your honour, Lord Lucius,Tim I.ii.180
(Out of his free loue) hath presented to youOut of his free love, hath presented to youTim I.ii.181
Foure Milke-white Horses, trapt in Siluer.Four milk-white horses, trapped in silver.Tim I.ii.182
As we do turne our backesAs we do turn our backsTim IV.ii.8.2
From our Companion, throwne into his graue,From our companion thrown into his grave,Tim IV.ii.9
So his Familiars to his buried FortunesSo his familiars to his buried fortunesTim IV.ii.10
Slinke all away, leaue their false vowes with himSlink all away, leave their false vows with him,Tim IV.ii.11
Like empty purses pickt; and his poore selfeLike empty purses picked. And his poor self,Tim IV.ii.12
A dedicated Beggar to the Ayre,A dedicated beggar to the air,Tim IV.ii.13
With his disease, of all shunn'd pouerty,With his disease of all-shunned poverty,Tim IV.ii.14
Walkes like contempt alone. More of our Fellowes.Walks, like contempt, alone. More of our fellows.Tim IV.ii.15
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