Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ti. But Theeues do loose it: steale lesse, for this I giue you,
Ti. And Gold confound you howsoere: Amen.
3 3
3 Has almost charm'd me from my Profession, by per
3 swading me to it.
1 1
1 'Tis in the malice of mankinde, that he thus aduises
1 vs not to haue vs thriue in our mystery.
2 2
2 Ile beleeue him as an Enemy,
2 And giue ouer my Trade.
1 Let vs first see peace in Athens, there is no time so
1 miserable, but a man may be true.
1 Exit Theeues.
1 Enter the Steward to Timon.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. Oh you Gods!
Stew. Is yon'd despise'd and ruinous man my Lord?
Stew. Full of decay and fayling? Oh Monument