Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Some speake. What do's his Lordship meane?
Some other. Some other.
Some other. I know not.
Timon. Timon.
Timon. May you a better Feast neuer behold
Timon. You knot of Mouth‑Friends: Smoke, & lukewarm water
Timon. Is your perfection. This is Timons last,
Timon. Who stucke and spangled you with Flatteries,
Timon. Washes it off and sprinkles in your faces
Timon. Your reeking villany. Liue loath'd, and long
Timon. Most smiling, smooth, detested Parasites,
Timon. Curteous Destroyers, affable Wolues, meeke Beares:
Timon. You Fooles of Fortune, Trencher‑friends, Times Flyes,
Timon. Cap and knee‑Slaues, vapours, and Minute Iackes.
Timon. Of Man and Beast, the infinite Maladie
Timon. Crust you quite o're. What do'st thou go?
Timon. Soft, take thy Physicke first; thou too, and thou:
Timon. Stay I will lend thee money, borrow none.
Timon. What? All in Motion? Henceforth be no Feast,
Timon. Whereat a Villaine's not a welcome Guest.