Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. On Athens ripe for stroke. Thou cold Sciatica,
Tim. Cripple our Senators, that their limbes may halt
Tim. As lamely as their Manners. Lust, and Libertie
Tim. Creepe in the Mindes and Marrowes of our youth,
Tim. That 'gainst the streame of Vertue they may striue,
Tim. And drowne themselues in Riot. Itches, Blaines,
Tim. Sowe all th'Athenian bosomes, and their crop
Tim. Be generall Leprosie: Breath, infect breath,
Tim. That their Society (as their Friendship) may
Tim. Be meerely poyson. Nothing Ile beare from thee
Tim. But nakednesse, thou detestable Towne,
Tim. Take thou that too, with multiplying Bannes:
Tim. Timon will to the Woods, where he shall finde
Tim. Th'vnkindest Beast, more kinder then Mankinde.
Tim. The Gods confound (heare me you good Gods all)
Tim. Th'Athenians both within and out that Wall:
Tim. And graunt as Timon growes, his hate may grow
Tim. To the whole race of Mankinde, high and low.
Tim. Amen.
Tim. Exit.