Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aper. I pray for no man but my selfe,
Aper. Graunt I may neuer proue so fond,
Aper. To trust man on his Oath or Bond.
Aper. Or a Harlot for her weeping,
Aper. Or a Dogge that seemes asleeping,
Aper. Or a keeper with my freedome,
Aper. Or my friends if I should need 'em.
Aper. Amen. So fall too't:
Aper. Richmen sin, and I eat root.
Aper. Much good dich thy good heart, Apermantus
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Captaine,
Tim. Alcibiades, your hearts in the field now.
Alci. Alci.
Alci. My heart is euer at your seruice, my Lord.
Tim. You had rather be at a breakefast of Enemies,
Tim. then a dinner of Friends.
Alc. Alc.
Alc. So they were bleeding new my Lord, there's no