Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Away thou tedious Rogue, I am sorry I shall
Tim. lose a stone by thee.
Ape. Ape.
Ape. Beast.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Slaue.
Ape. Toad.
Tim. Rogue, Rogue, Rogue.
Tim. I am sicke of this false world, and will loue nought
Tim. But euen the meere necessities vpon't:
Tim. Then Timon presently prepare thy graue:
Tim. Lye where the light Fome of the Sea may beate
Tim. Thy graue stone dayly, make thine Epitaph,
Tim. That death in me, at others liues may laugh.
Tim. O thou sweete King‑killer, and deare diuorce
Tim. Twixt naturall Sunne and fire: thou bright defiler
Tim. Of Himens purest bed, thou valiant Mars,
Tim. Thou euer, yong, fresh, loued, and delicate wooer,