Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Commend me to my louing Countreymen.
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1 These words become your lippes as they passe tho
1 row them.
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2 And enter in our eares, like great Triumphers
2 In their applauding gates.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Commend me to them,
Tim. And tell them, that to ease them of their greefes,
Tim. Their feares of Hostile strokes, their Aches losses,
Tim. Their pangs of Loue, with other incident throwes
Tim. That Natures fragile Vessell doth sustaine
Tim. In lifes vncertaine voyage, I will some kindnes do them,
Tim. Ile teach them to preuent wilde Alcibiades wrath.
1 I like this well, he will returne againe.
Tim. I haue a Tree which growes heere in my Close,
Tim. That mine owne vse inuites me to cut downe,