Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Whose blush doth thawe the consecrated Snow
Tim. That lyes on Dians lap.
Tim. Thou visible God,
Tim. That souldrest close Impossibilities,
Tim. And mak'st them kisse; that speak'st with euerie Tongue
Tim. hh3
Tim. To
Tim. Timon of Athens.
Tim. To euerie purpose: O thou touch of hearts,
Tim. Thinke thy slaue‑man rebels, and by thy virtue
Tim. Set them into confounding oddes, that Beasts
Tim. May haue the world in Empire.
Ape. Ape.
Ape. Would 'twere so,
Ape. But not till I am dead. Ile say th'hast Gold:
Ape. Thou wilt be throng'd too shortly.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Throng'd too?
Ape. I.