Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Painter. Finde what thou want'st, by free and offer'd light.
Painter. Come.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Ile meete you at the turne:
Tim. What a Gods Gold, that he is worshipt
Tim. In a baser Temple, then where Swine feede?
Tim. 'Tis thou that rig'st the Barke, and plow'st the Fome,
Tim. Setlest admired reuerence in a Slaue,
Tim. To thee be worshipt, and thy Saints for aye:
Tim. Be crown'd with Plagues, that thee alone obay.
Tim. Fit I meet them.
Poet. Poet.
Poet. Haile worthy Timon.
Pain. Pain.
Pain. Our late Noble Master.
Timon. Timon.
Timon. Haue I once liu'd
Timon. To see two honest men?
Poet. Sir: