Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Flam. Let moulten Coine be thy damnation,
Flam. Thou disease of a friend, and not himselfe:
Flam. Has friendship such a faint and milkie heart,
Flam. It turnes in lesse then two nights? O you Gods!
Flam. I feele my Masters passion. This Slaue vnto his Honor,
Flam. Has my Lords meate in him:
Flam. Why should it thriue, and turne to Nutriment,
Flam. When he is turn'd to poyson?
Flam. O may Diseases onely worke vpon't:
Flam. And when he's sicke to death, let not that part of Nature
Flam. Which my Lord payd for, be of any power
Flam. To expell sicknesse, but prolong his hower.
Flam. Exit.
Flam. [Act 3, Scene 2]
Flam. Enter Lucius, with three strangers.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Who the Lord Timon? He is my very good friend
Luc. and an Honourable Gentleman.
1 1
1 We know him for no lesse, thogh we are but stran