Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Infect the ayre. Twin'd Brothers of one wombe,
Tim. Whose procreation, residence, and birth,
Tim. Scarse is diuidant; touch them with seuerall fortunes,
Tim. The greater scornes the lesser. Not Nature
Tim. (To whom all sores lay siege) can beare great Fortune
Tim. But by contempt of Nature.
Tim. Raise me this Begger, and deny't that Lord,
Tim. The Senators shall beare contempt Hereditary,
Tim. The Begger Natiue Honor.
Tim. It is the Pastour Lards, the Brothers sides,
Tim. The want that makes him leaue: who dares? who dares
Tim. In puritie of Manhood stand vpright
Tim. And say, this mans a Flatterer. If one be,
Tim. So are they all: for euerie grize of Fortune
Tim. Is smooth'd by that below. The Learned pate
Tim. Duckes to the Golden Foole. All's obliquie:
Tim. There's nothing leuell in our cursed Natures
Tim. But direct villanie. Therefore be abhorr'd,
Tim. All Feasts, Societies, and Throngs of men.
Tim. His semblable, yea himselfe Timon disdaines,