Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tim. And tell them, that to ease them of their greefes,
Tim. Their feares of Hostile strokes, their Aches losses,
Tim. Their pangs of Loue, with other incident throwes
Tim. That Natures fragile Vessell doth sustaine
Tim. In lifes vncertaine voyage, I will some kindnes do them,
Tim. Ile teach them to preuent wilde Alcibiades wrath.
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Tim. Tim.
Tim. I haue a Tree which growes heere in my Close,
Tim. That mine owne vse inuites me to cut downe,
Tim. And shortly must I fell it. Tell my Friends,
Tim. Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree,
Tim. From high to low throughout, that who so please
Tim. To stop Affliction, let him take his haste;
Tim. Come hither ere my Tree hath felt the Axe,
Tim. And hang himselfe. I pray you do my greeting.
Stew. Stew.
Stew. Trouble him no further, thus you still shall
Stew. Finde him.