Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Ha's sent thee Treasure. Go, liue rich and happy,
Tim. But thus condition'd: Thou shalt build from men:
Tim. Hate all, curse all, shew Charity to none,
Tim. But let the famisht flesh slide from the Bone,
Tim. Ere thou releeue the Begger. Giue to dogges
Tim. What thou denyest to men. Let Prisons swallow 'em,
Tim. Debts wither 'em to nothing, be men like blasted woods
Tim. And may Diseases licke vp their false bloods,
Tim. And so farewell, and thriue.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. O let me stay, and comfort you, my Master.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. If thou hat'st Curses
Tim. stay not: flye, whil'st thou art blest and free:
Tim. Ne're see thou man, and let me ne're see thee.
Tim. Exit
Tim. [Act 5, Scene 1]
Tim. Enter Poet, and Painter.
Pain. Pain.
Pain. As I tooke note of the place, it cannot be farre