Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Tim.
Tim. I prythee beate thy Drum, and get thee gone.
Alc. Alc.
Alc. I am thy Friend, and ptty thee deere Timon.
Tim. How doest thou pitty him whom yu dost troble,
Tim. I had rather be alone.
Alc. Why fare thee well:
Alc. Heere is some Gold for thee.
Tim. Keepe it, I cannot eate it.
Alc. When I haue laid proud Athens on a heape:
Tim. Warr'st thou 'gainst Athens.
Alc. I Timon, and haue cause.
Tim. The Gods confound them all in thy Conquest,