Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Tim.
Tim. Painting is welcome.
Tim. The Painting is almost the Naturall man:
Tim. For since Dishonor Traffickes with mans Nature,
Tim. He is but out‑side: These Pensil'd Figures are
Tim. Euen such as they giue out. I like your worke,
Tim. And you shall finde I like it; Waite attendance
Tim. Till you heare further from me.
Pain. Pain.
Pain. The Gods preserue ye.
Tim. Well fare you Gentleman: giue me your hand.
Tim. We must needs dine together: sir your Iewell
Tim. Hath suffered vnder praise.
Iewel. Iewel.
Iewel. What my Lord, dispraise?
Tim. A meere saciety of Commendations,
Tim. If I should pay you for't as 'tis extold,
Tim. It would vnclew me quite.