Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Would cast the gorge at. This Embalmes and Spices
Tim. To'th'Aprill day againe. Come damn'd Earth,
Tim. Thou common whore of Mankinde, that puttes oddes
Tim. Among the rout of Nations, I will make thee
Tim. Do thy right Nature.
Tim. March afarre off.
Tim. Ha? A Drumme? Th'art quicke,
Tim. But yet Ile bury thee: Thou't go (strong Theefe)
Tim. When Gowty keepers of thee cannot stand:
Tim. Nay stay thou out for earnest.
Tim. Enter Alcibiades with Drumme and Fife in warlike manner,
Tim. and Phrynia and Timandra.
Alc. Alc.
Alc. What art thou there? Speake.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. A Beast as thou art. The Canker gnaw thy hart
Tim. For shewing me againe the eyes of Man.
Alc. What is thy name? Is man so hatefull to thee,
Alc. That art thy selfe a Man?