Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. No villanous bounty yet hath past my heart;
Tim. Vnwisely, not ignobly haue I giuen.
Tim. Why dost thou weepe, canst thou the conscience lacke,
Tim. To thinke I shall lacke friends: secure thy heart,
Tim. If I would broach the vessels of my loue,
Tim. And try the argument of hearts, by borrowing,
Tim. Men, and mens fortunes could I frankely vse
Tim. As I can bid thee speake.
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ste. Arance blesse your thoughts.
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Tim. And in some sort these wants of mine are crown'd,
Tim. That I account them blessings. For by these
Tim. Shall I trie Friends. You shall perceiue
Tim. How you mistake my Fortunes:
Tim. I am wealthie in my Friends.
Tim. Within there, Flauius, Seruilius?
Tim. Enter
Tim. Timon of Athens.
Tim. Enter three Seruants.