Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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2 They confesse
2 Toward thee, forgetfulnesse too generall grosse;
2 Which now the publike Body, which doth sildome
2 Play the re‑canter, feeling in it selfe
2 A lacke of Timons ayde, hath since withall
2 Of it owne fall, restraining ayde to Timon,
2 And send forth vs, to make their sorrowed render,
2 Together, with a recompence more fruitfull
2 Then their offence can weigh downe by the Dramme,
2 I euen such heapes and summes of Loue and Wealth,
2 As shall to thee blot out, what wrongs were theirs,
2 And write in thee the figures of their loue,
2 Euer to read them thine.
Tim. Tim.
Tim. You witch me in it;
Tim. Surprize me to the very brinke of teares;
Tim. Lend me a Fooles heart, and a womans eyes,
Tim. And Ile beweepe these comforts, worthy Senators.
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