Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ape. This is in thee a Nature but infected,
Ape. A poore vnmanly Melancholly sprung
Ape. From change of future. Why this Spade? this place?
Ape. This Slaue‑like Habit, and these lookes of Care?
Ape. Thy Flatterers yet weare Silke, drinke Wine, lye soft,
Ape. Hugge their diseas'd Perfumes, and haue forgot
Ape. That euer Timon was. Shame not these Woods,
Ape. By putting on the cunning of a Carper.
Ape. Be thou a Flatterer now, and seeke to thriue
Ape. By that which ha's vndone thee; hindge thy knee,
Ape. And let his very breath whom thou'lt obserue
Ape. Blow off thy Cap: praise his most vicious straine,
Ape. And call it excellent: thou wast told thus:
Ape. Thou gau'st thine eares (like Tapsters, that bad welcom)
Ape. To Knaues, and all approachers: 'Tis most iust
Ape. That thou turne Rascall, had'st thou wealth againe,
Ape. Rascals should haue't. Do not assume my likenesse.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Were I like thee, I'de throw away my selfe.
Ape. Ape.