Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Hath doubtfully pronounced, the throat shall cut,
Tim. And mince it sans remorse. Sweare against Obiects,
Tim. Put Armour on thine eares, and on thine eyes,
Tim. Whose proofe, nor yels of Mothers, Maides, nor Babes,
Tim. Nor sight of Priests in holy Vestments bleeding,
Tim. Shall pierce a iot. There's Gold to pay thy Souldiers,
Tim. Make large confusion: and thy fury spent,
Tim. Confounded be thy selfe. Speake not, be gone.
Alc. Alc.
Alc. Hast thou Gold yet, Ile take the Gold thou gi
Alc. uest me, not all thy Counsell.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Dost thou or dost thou not, Heauens curse vpon
Tim. thee.
Both. Both.
Both. Giue vs some Gold good Timon, hast yu more?
Tim. Enough to make a Whore forsweare her Trade,
Tim. And to make Whores, a Bawd. Hold vp you Sluts
Tim. Your Aprons mountant; you are not Othable,