Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Timon. 'em? And would most resemble sweete Instruments
Timon. hung vp in Cases, that keepes there sounds to them
Timon. selues. Why I haue often wisht my selfe poorer, that
Timon. I might come neerer to you: we are borne to do bene
Timon. fits. And what better or properer can we call our owne,
Timon. then the riches of our Friends? Oh what a pretious com
Timon. fort 'tis, to haue so many like Brothers commanding
Timon. one anothers Fortunes. Oh ioyes, e'ne made away er't
Timon. can be borne: mine eies cannot hold out water me thinks
Timon. to forget their Faults. I drinke to you.
Aper. Aper.
Aper. Thou weep'st to make them drinke, Timon.
2. Lord. 2. Lord.
2. Lord. Ioy had the like conception in our eies,
2. Lord. And at that instant, like a babe sprung vp.
Aper. Ho, ho: I laugh to thinke that babe a bastard.
3. Lord. 3. Lord.
3. Lord. I promise you my Lord you mou'd me much.