Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. Tim.
Tim. I, and you heare him cogge,
Tim. See him dissemble,
Tim. Know his grosse patchery, loue him, feede him,
Tim. Keepe in your bosome, yet remaine assur'd
Tim. That he's a made‑vp‑Villaine.
Pain. Pain.
Pain. I know none such, my Lord.
Poet. Poet.
Poet. Nor I.
Timon. Timon.
Timon. Looke you,
Timon. I loue you well, Ile giue you Gold
Timon. Rid me these Villaines from your companies;
Timon. Hang them, or stab them, drowne them in a draught,
Timon. Confound them by some course, and come to me,
Timon. Ile giue you Gold enough.
Both. Both.
Both. Name them my Lord, let's know them.