Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. And Morsels Vnctious, greases his pure minde,
Tim. That from it all Consideration slippes⸺
Tim. Enter Apemantus.
Tim. More man? Plague, plague.
Ape. Ape.
Ape. I was directed hither. Men report,
Ape. Thou dost affect my Manners, and dost vse them.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. 'Tis then, because thou dost not keepe a dogge
Tim. Whom I would imitate. Consumption catch thee.
Ape. This is in thee a Nature but infected,
Ape. A poore vnmanly Melancholly sprung
Ape. From change of future. Why this Spade? this place?
Ape. This Slaue‑like Habit, and these lookes of Care?
Ape. Thy Flatterers yet weare Silke, drinke Wine, lye soft,
Ape. Hugge their diseas'd Perfumes, and haue forgot
Ape. That euer Timon was. Shame not these Woods,
Ape. By putting on the cunning of a Carper.
Ape. Be thou a Flatterer now, and seeke to thriue