Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. I gaue
Tim. Timon of Athens.
Tim. I gaue it freely euer, and ther's none
Tim. Can truely say he giues, if he receiues:
Tim. If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
Tim. To imitate them: faults that are rich are faire.
Vint. Vint.
Vint. A Noble spirit.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Nay my Lords, Ceremony was but deuis'd at first
Tim. To set a glosse on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Tim. Recanting goodnesse, sorry ere 'tis showne:
Tim. But where there is true friendship, there needs none.
Tim. Pray sit, more welcome are ye to my Fortunes,
Tim. Then my Fortunes to me.
1. Lord. 1. Lord.
1. Lord. My Lord, we alwaies haue confest it.
Aper. Aper.
Aper. Ho ho, confest it? Handg'd it? Haue you not?
Timo. Timo.