Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Yes, thou spok'st well of me.
Alc. Alc.
Alc. Call'st thou that harme?
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Men dayly finde it. Get thee away,
Tim. And take thy Beagles with thee.
Alc. We but offend him, strike.
Alc. Exeunt.
Tim. That Nature being sicke of mans vnkindnesse
Tim. Should yet be hungry: Common Mother, thou
Tim. Whose wombe vnmeasureable, and infinite brest
Tim. Teemes and feeds all: whose selfesame Mettle
Tim. Whereof thy proud Childe (arrogant man) is puft,
Tim. Engenders the blacke Toad, and Adder blew,
Tim. The gilded Newt, and eyelesse venom'd Worme,
Tim. With all th'abhorred Births below Crispe Heauen,
Tim. Whereon Hyperions quickning fire doth shine:
Tim. Yeeld him, who all the humane Sonnes do hate,