Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. In limited Professions. Rascall Theeues
Ti. Heere's Gold. Go, sucke the subtle blood o'th'Grape,
Ti. Till the high Feauor seeth your blood to froth,
Ti. And so scape hanging. Trust not the Physitian,
Ti. His Antdotes are poyson, and he slayes
Ti. Moe then you Rob: Take wealth, and liues together,
Ti. Do Villaine do, since you protest to doo't.
Ti. Like Workemen, Ile example you with Theeuery:
Ti. The Sunnes a Theefe, and with his great attraction
Ti. Robbes the vaste Sea. The Moones an arrant Theefe,
Ti. And her pale fire, she snatches from the Sunne.
Ti. The Seas a Theefe, whose liquid Surge, resolues
Ti. The Moone into Salt teares. The Earth's a Theefe,
Ti. That feeds and breeds by a composture stolne
Ti. From gen'rall excrement: each thing's a Theefe.
Ti. The Lawes, your curbe and whip, in their rough power
Ti. Ha's vncheck'd Theft. Loue not your selues, away,
Ti. Rob one another, there's more Gold, cut throates,
Ti. All that you meete are Theeues: to Athens go,
Ti. Breake open shoppes, nothing can you steale