Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Alc. But shall be remedied to your publique Lawes
Alc. At heauiest answer.
Both. Both.
Both. 'Tis most Nobly spoken.
Alc. Alc.
Alc. Descend, and keepe your words.
Alc. Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. My Noble Generall, Timon is dead,
Mes. Entomb'd vpon the very hemme o'th'Sea,
Mes. And on his Grauestone, this Insculpture which
Mes. With wax I brought away: whose soft Impression
Mes. Interprets for my poore ignorance.
Mes. Alcibiades reades the Epitaph.
Mes. Heere lies a wretched Coarse, of wretched Soule bereft,
Mes. Seek not my name: A Plague consume you, wicked Caitifs left:
Mes. Heere lye I Timon, who aliue, all liuing men did hate,
Mes. Passe by, and curse thy fill, but passe and stay not here thy gate.
Mes. These well expresse in thee thy latter spirits:
Mes. Though thou abhorrd'st in vs our humane griefes,