Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Both. Both.
Both. What we can do,
Both. Wee'l do to do you seruice.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. Y'are honest men,
Tim. Y'haue heard that I haue Gold,
Tim. I am sure you haue, speake truth, y'are honest men.
Pain. Pain.
Pain. So it is said my Noble Lord, but therefore
Pain. Came not my Friend, nor I.
Timon. Timon.
Timon. Good honest men: Thou draw'st a counterfet
Timon. Best in all Athens, th'art indeed the best,
Timon. Thou counterfet'st most liuely.
Pain. So, so, my Lord.
Tim. E'ne so sir as I say. And for thy fiction,
Tim. Why thy Verse swels with stuffe so fine and smooth,
Tim. That thou art euen Naturall in thine Art.