Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Art thou Timandra?
Timan. Timan.
Timan. Yes.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Be a whore still, they loue thee not that vse thee,
Tim. giue them diseases, leauing with thee their Lust. Make
Tim. vse of thy salt houres, season the slaues for Tubbes and
Tim. Bathes, bring downe Rose‑cheekt youth to the Fubfast,
Tim. and the Diet.
Timan. Hang thee Monster.
Alc. Alc.
Alc. Pardon him sweet Timandra, for his wits
Alc. Are drown'd and lost in his Calamities.
Alc. I haue but little Gold of late, braue Timon,
Alc. The want whereof, doth dayly make reuolt
Alc. In my penurious Band. I haue heard and greeu'd
Alc. How cursed Athens, mindelesse of thy worth,
Alc. Forgetting thy great deeds, when Neighbour states
Alc. But for thy Sword and Fortune trod vpon them.