Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Go, let him haue a Table by himselfe:
Tim. For he does neither affect companie,
Tim. Nor is he fit for't indeed.
Aper. Aper.
Aper. Let me stay at thine apperill Timon,
Aper. I come to obserue, I giue thee warning on't.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. I take no heede of thee: Th'art an Athenian,
Tim. therefore welcome: I my selfe would haue no power,
Tim. prythee let my meate make thee silent.
Aper. I scorne thy meate, 'twould choake me: for I
Aper. should nere flatter thee. Oh you Gods! What a number
Aper. of men eats Timon, and he sees 'em not? It greeues me
Aper. to see so many dip there meate in one mans blood, and
Aper. all the madnesse is, he cheeres them vp too.
Aper. I wonder men dare trust themselues with men.
Aper. Me thinks they should enuite them without kniues,
Aper. Good for there meate, and safer for their liues.
Aper. There's much example for't, the fellow that sits next him,