Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Tim.
Tim. If thou hat'st Curses
Tim. stay not: flye, whil'st thou art blest and free:
Tim. Ne're see thou man, and let me ne're see thee.
Tim. Exit
Tim. [Act 5, Scene 1]
Tim. Enter Poet, and Painter.
Pain. Pain.
Pain. As I tooke note of the place, it cannot be farre
Pain. where he abides.
Poet. Poet.
Poet. What's to be thought of him?
Poet. Does the Rumor hold for true,
Poet. That hee's so full of Gold?
Painter. Painter.
Painter. Certaine.
Painter. Alcibiades reports it: Phrinica and Timandylo
Painter. Had Gold of him. He likewise enrich'd
Painter. Poore stragling Souldiers, with great quantity.
Painter. 'Tis saide, he gaue vnto his Steward