Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ape. By that which ha's vndone thee; hindge thy knee,
Ape. And let his very breath whom thou'lt obserue
Ape. Blow off thy Cap: praise his most vicious straine,
Ape. And call it excellent: thou wast told thus:
Ape. Thou gau'st thine eares (like Tapsters, that bad welcom)
Ape. To Knaues, and all approachers: 'Tis most iust
Ape. That thou turne Rascall, had'st thou wealth againe,
Ape. Rascals should haue't. Do not assume my likenesse.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Were I like thee, I'de throw away my selfe.
Ape. Ape.
Ape. Thou hast cast away thy selfe, being like thy self
Ape. A Madman so long, now a Foole: what think'st
Ape. That the bleake ayre, thy boysterous Chamberlaine
Ape. Will put thy shirt on warme? Will these moyst Trees,
Ape. That haue out‑liu'd the Eagle, page thy heeles
Ape. And skip when thou point'st out? Will the cold brooke
Ape. Candied with Ice, Cawdle thy Morning taste
Ape. To cure thy o're‑nights surfet? Call the Creatures,
Ape. Whose naked Natures liue in all the spight