Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Tim.
Tim. I am Misantropos, and hate Mankinde.
Tim. For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dogge,
Tim. That I might loue thee something.
Alc. Alc.
Alc. I know thee well:
Alc. But in thy Fortunes am vnlearn'd, and strange.
Tim. I know thee too, and more then that I know thee
Tim. I not desire to know. Follow thy Drumme,
Tim. With mans blood paint the ground Gules, Gules:
Tim. Religious Cannons, ciuill Lawes are cruell,
Tim. Then what should warre be? This fell whore of thine,
Tim. Hath in her more destruction then thy Sword,
Tim. For all her Cherubin looke.
Phrin. Phrin.
Phrin. Thy lips rot off.
Tim. I will not kisse thee, then the rot returnes
Tim. To thine owne lippes againe.