Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Take thou that too, with multiplying Bannes:
Tim. Timon will to the Woods, where he shall finde
Tim. Th'vnkindest Beast, more kinder then Mankinde.
Tim. The Gods confound (heare me you good Gods all)
Tim. Th'Athenians both within and out that Wall:
Tim. And graunt as Timon growes, his hate may grow
Tim. To the whole race of Mankinde, high and low.
Tim. Amen.
Tim. Exit.
Tim. [Act 4, Scene 2]
Tim. Enter Steward with two or three Seruants.
1 1
1 Heare you M. Master Steward, where's our Master?
1 Are we vndone, cast off, nothing remaining?
Stew. Stew.
Stew. Alack my Fellowes, what should I say to you?
Stew. Let me be recorded by the righteous Gods,
Stew. I am as poore as you.
1 Such a House broke?