Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Will lugge your Priests and Seruants from your sides:
Tim. Plucke stout mens pillowes from below their heads.
Tim. This
Tim. Timon of Athens.
Tim. This yellow Slaue,
Tim. Will knit and breake Religions, blesse th'accurst,
Tim. Make the hoare Leprosie ador'd, place Theeues,
Tim. And giue them Title, knee, and approbation
Tim. With Senators on the Bench: This is it
Tim. That makes the wappen'd Widdow wed againe;
Tim. Shee, whom the Spittle‑house, and vlcerous sores,
Tim. Would cast the gorge at. This Embalmes and Spices
Tim. To'th'Aprill day againe. Come damn'd Earth,
Tim. Thou common whore of Mankinde, that puttes oddes
Tim. Among the rout of Nations, I will make thee
Tim. Do thy right Nature.
Tim. March afarre off.
Tim. Ha? A Drumme? Th'art quicke,
Tim. But yet Ile bury thee: Thou't go (strong Theefe)
Tim. When Gowty keepers of thee cannot stand: