Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Timon. Timon.
Timon. Let it go,
Timon. Naked men may see't the better:
Timon. You that are honest, by being what you are,
Timon. Make them best seene, and knowne.
Pain. Pain.
Pain. He, and my selfe
Pain. Haue trauail'd in the great showre of your guifts,
Pain. And sweetly felt it.
Timon. I, you are honest man.
Painter. Painter.
Painter. We are hither come
Painter. To offer you our seruice.
Timon. Most honest men:
Timon. Why
Timon. Timon of Athens.
Timon. Why how shall I requite you?
Timon. Can you eate Roots, and drinke cold water, no?