Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Timon. As is thy selfe.
Pot. Pot.
Pot. I am thinking
Pot. What I shall say I haue prouided for him:
Pot. It must be a personating of himselfe:
Pot. A Satyre against the softnesse of Prosperity,
Pot. With a Discouerie of the infinite Flatteries
Pot. That follow youth and opulencie.
Timon. Timon.
Timon. Must thou needes
Timon. Stand for a Villaine in thine owne Worke?
Timon. Wilt thou whip thine owne faults in other men?
Timon. Do so, I haue Gold for thee.
Poet. Poet.
Poet. Nay let's seeke him.
Poet. Then do we sinne against our owne estate,
Poet. When we may profit meete, and come too late.
Painter. Painter.
Painter. True:
Painter. When the day serues before blacke‑corner'd night;