Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Tim.
Tim. Both too, and womens Sonnes.
All. All.
All. We are not Theeues, but men
All. That much do want.
Tim. Your greatest want is, you want much of meat:
Tim. Why should you want? Behold, the Earth hath Rootes:
Tim. Within this Mile breake forth a hundred Springs:
Tim. The Oakes beare Mast, the Briars Scarlet Heps,
Tim. The bounteous Huswife Nature, on each bush,
Tim. Layes her full Messe before you. Want? why Want?
1 1
1 We cannot liue on Grasse, on Berries, Water,
1 As Beasts, and Birds, and Fishes.
Ti. Ti.
Ti. Nor on the Beasts themselues, the Birds & Fishes,
Ti. You must eate men. Yet thankes I must you con,
Ti. That you are Theeues profest: that you worke not
Ti. In holier shapes: For there is boundlesse Theft