Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ape. Thou hast cast away thy selfe, being like thy self
Ape. A Madman so long, now a Foole: what think'st
Ape. That the bleake ayre, thy boysterous Chamberlaine
Ape. Will put thy shirt on warme? Will these moyst Trees,
Ape. That haue out‑liu'd the Eagle, page thy heeles
Ape. And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold brooke
Ape. Candied with Ice, Cawdle thy Morning taste
Ape. To cure thy o're‑nights surfet? Call the Creatures,
Ape. Whose naked Natures liue in all the spight
Ape. Of wrekefull Heauen, whose bare vnhoused Trunkes
Ape. To the conflicting Elements expos'd
Ape. Answer meere Nature: bid them flatter thee.
Ape. O thou shalt finde.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. A Foole of thee: depart.
Ape. Ape.
Ape. I loue thee better now, then ere I did.
Tim. I hate thee worse.