Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Although I know you'l sweare, terribly sweare
Tim. Into strong shudders, and to heauenly Agues
Tim. Th'immortall Gods that heare you. Spare your Oathes:
Tim. Ile trust to your Conditions, be whores still.
Tim. And he whose pious breath seekes to conuert you,
Tim. Be strong in Whore, allure him, burne him vp,
Tim. Let your close fire predominate his smoke,
Tim. And be no turne‑coats: yet may your paines six months
Tim. Be quite contrary, And Thatch
Tim. Your poore thin Roofes with burthens of the dead,
Tim. (Some that were hang'd) no matter:
Tim. Weare them, betray with them; Whore still,
Tim. Paint till a horse may myre vpon your face:
Tim. A pox of wrinkles.
Both. Both.
Both. Well, more Gold, what then?
Both. hh2
Both. Beleeue't
Both. Timon of Athens.
Both. Beleeue't that wee'l do any thing for Gold.