Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Timon. Curteous Destroyers, affable Wolues, meeke Beares:
Timon. You Fooles of Fortune, Trencher‑friends, Times Flyes,
Timon. Cap and knee‑Slaues, vapours, and Minute Iackes.
Timon. Of Man and Beast, the infinite Maladie
Timon. Crust you quite o're. What do'st thou go?
Timon. Soft, take thy Physicke first; thou too, and thou:
Timon. Stay I will lend thee money, borrow none.
Timon. What? All in Motion? Henceforth be no Feast,
Timon. Whereat a Villaine's not a welcome Guest.
Timon. Burne house, sinke Athens, henceforth hated be
Timon. Of Timon Man, and all Humanity.
Timon. Exit
Timon. Enter the Senators, with other Lords.
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1 How now, my Lords?
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2 Know you the quality of Lord Timons fury?
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3 Push, did you see my Cap?
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