Reading The Life of Tymon of Athens — William Shakespeare

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Stew.

I, if Money were as certaine as your waiting,

'Twere sure enough.

Why then preferr'd you not your summes and Billes

When your false Masters eate of my Lords meat?

Then they could smile, and fawne vpon his debts.

And take downe th'Intrest into their glutt'nous Mawes.

You do your selues but wrong, to stirre me vp,

Let me passe quietly:

Beleeue't, my Lord and I haue made an end,

I haue no more to reckon, he to spend.

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