Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aper. Thou weep'st to make them drinke, Timon.
2. Lord. 2. Lord.
2. Lord. Ioy had the like conception in our eies,
2. Lord. And at that instant, like a babe sprung vp.
Aper. Aper.
Aper. Ho, ho: I laugh to thinke that babe a bastard.
3. Lord. 3. Lord.
3. Lord. I promise you my Lord you mou'd me much.
Aper. Much.
Aper. Sound Tucket. Enter the Maskers of Amazons, with
Aper. Lutes in their hands, dauncing and playing.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. What meanes that Trumpe? How now?
Tim. Enter Seruant.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. Please you my Lord, there are certaine Ladies
Ser. Most desirous of admittance.
Tim. Ladies? what are their wils?