Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Weare them, betray with them; Whore still,
Tim. Paint till a horse may myre vpon your face:
Tim. A pox of wrinkles.
Both. Both.
Both. Well, more Gold, what then?
Both. hh2
Both. Beleeue't
Both. Timon of Athens.
Both. Beleeue't that wee'l do any thing for Gold.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Consumptions sowe
Tim. In hollow bones of man, strike their sharpe shinnes,
Tim. And marre mens spurring. Cracke the Lawyers voyce,
Tim. That he may neuer more false Title pleade,
Tim. Nor sound his Quillets shrilly: Hoare the Flamen,
Tim. That scold'st against the quality of flesh,
Tim. And not beleeues himselfe. Downe with the Nose,
Tim. Downe with it flat, take the Bridge quite away
Tim. Of him, that his particular to foresee
Tim. Smels from the generall weale. Make curld'pate Ruffians (bald