Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Painter. Painter.
Painter. We are hither come
Painter. To offer you our seruice.
Timon. Timon.
Timon. Most honest men:
Timon. Why
Timon. Timon of Athens.
Timon. Why how shall I requite you?
Timon. Can you eate Roots, and drinke cold water, no?
Both. Both.
Both. What we can do,
Both. Wee'l do to do you seruice.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Y'are honest men,
Tim. Y'haue heard that I haue Gold,
Tim. I am sure you haue, speake truth, y'are honest men.
Pain. Pain.
Pain. So it is said my Noble Lord, but therefore
Pain. Came not my Friend, nor I.