Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aper. Flow this way? A braue fellow. He keepes his
Aper. tides well, those healths will make thee and thy state
Aper. looke ill, Timon.
Aper. Heere's that which is too weake to be a sinner,
Aper. Honest water, which nere left man i'th'mire:
Aper. This and my food are equals, there's no ods,
Aper. Feasts are to proud to giue thanks to the Gods.
Aper. Apermantus Grace.
Aper. Immortall Gods, I craue no pelfe,
Aper. I pray for no man but my selfe,
Aper. Graunt I may neuer proue so fond,
Aper. To trust man on his Oath or Bond.
Aper. Or a Harlot for her weeping,
Aper. Or a Dogge that seemes asleeping,
Aper. Or a keeper with my freedome,
Aper. Or my friends if I should need 'em.
Aper. Amen. So fall too't:
Aper. Richmen sin, and I eat root.
Aper. Much good dich thy good heart, Apermantus
Tim. Tim.