Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aper. What a sweepe of vanitie comes this way.
Aper. They daunce? They are madwomen,
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Aper. Like
Aper. Timon of Athens.
Aper. Like Madnesse is the glory of this life,
Aper. As this pompe shewes to a little oyle and roote.
Aper. We make our selues Fooles, to disport our selues,
Aper. And spend our Flatteries, to drinke those men,
Aper. Vpon whose Age we voyde it vp agen
Aper. With poysonous Spight and Enuy.
Aper. Who liues, that's not depraued, or depraues;
Aper. Who dyes, that beares not one spurne to their graues
Aper. Of their Friends guift:
Aper. I should feare, those that dance before me now,
Aper. Would one day stampe vpon me: 'Tas bene done,
Aper. Men shut their doores against a setting Sunne.
Aper. The Lords rise from Table, with much adoring of Timon, and
Aper. to shew their loues, each single out an Amazon, and all
Aper. Dance, men with women, a loftie straine or two to the