Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Flam. And when he's sicke to death, let not that part of Nature
Flam. Which my Lord payd for, be of any power
Flam. To expell sicknesse, but prolong his hower.
Flam. Exit.
Flam. [Act 3, Scene 2]
Flam. Enter Lucius, with three strangers.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Who the Lord Timon? He is my very good friend
Luc. and an Honourable Gentleman.
1 1
1 We know him for no lesse, thogh we are but stran
1 gers to him. But I can tell you one thing my Lord, and
1 which I heare from common rumours, now Lord Timons
1 happie howres are done and past, and his estate shrinkes
1 from him.
Lucius. Lucius.
Lucius. Fye no, doe not beleeue it: hee cannot want
Lucius. for money.
2 2
2 But beleeue you this my Lord, that not long agoe,