Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. The mouthes, the tongues, the eyes, and hearts of men,
Tim. At duty more then I could frame employment;
Tim. That numberlesse vpon me stucke, as leaues
Tim. Do on the Oake, haue with one Winters brush
Tim. Fell from their boughes, and left me open, bare,
Tim. For euery storme that blowes. I to beare this,
Tim. That neuer knew but better, is some burthen:
Tim. Thy Nature, did commence in sufferance, Time
Tim. Hath made thee hard in't. Why should'st yu hate Men?
Tim. They neuer flatter'd thee. What hast thou giuen?
Tim. If
Tim. Timon of Athens.
Tim. If thou wilt curse; thy Father (that poore ragge)
Tim. Must be thy subiect; who in spight put stuffe
Tim. To some shee‑Begger, and compounded thee
Tim. Poore Rogue, hereditary. Hence, be gone,
Tim. If thou hadst not bene borne the worst of men,
Tim. Thou hadst bene a Knaue and Flatterer.
Ape. Ape.
Ape. Art thou proud yet?