Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Poet. You see how all Conditions, how all Mindes,
Poet. As well of glib and slipp'ry Creatures, as
Poet. Of Graue and austere qualitie, tender downe
Poet. Their seruices to Lord Timon: his large Fortune,
Poet. Vpon his good and gracious Nature hanging,
Poet. Subdues and properties to his loue and tendance
Poet. All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glasse‑fac'd Flatterer
Poet. To Apemantus, that few things loues better
Poet. Then to abhorre himselfe; euen hee drops downe
Poet. The knee before him, and returnes in peace
Poet. Most rich in Timons nod.
Pain. Pain.
Pain. I saw them speake together.
Poet. Poet.
Poet. Sir, I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill
Poet. Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd.
Poet. The Base o'th'Mount
Poet. Is rank'd with all deserts, all kinde of Natures
Poet. That labour on the bosome of this Sphere,
Poet. To propagate their states; among'st them all,