Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. To the protection of the prosperous Gods,
Tim. As Theeues to Keepers.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. Stay not, all's in vaine.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Why I was writing of my Epitaph,
Tim. It will be seene to morrow. My long sicknesse
Tim. Of Health, and Liuing, now begins to mend,
Tim. And nothing brings me all things. Go, liue still,
Tim. Be Alcibiades your plague; you his,
Tim. And last so long enough.
1 1
1 We speake in vaine.
Tim. But yet I loue my Country, and am not
Tim. One that reioyces in the common wracke,
Tim. As common bruite doth put it.
1 That's well spoke.