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TIMON OF ATHENS.

IV.

The banquet of hot water.

“ Tim. May you a better feast never behold, You knot of mouth friends! smoke and lukewarm water Is your perfection. This is Timon's last: Who stuck and spangled you with flatteries Washes it off, and sprinkles in your faces Your reeking villany. (Throwing water in their faces.)

What, dost thou go? Soft, take thy physic first,—thou too,—and thou—" (Throws the dishes at them, and drives them out.)

Act III. S. 6.

TIMON in the woods digging for roots, finds gold.

« Tim.

What is here? Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold ?"

ACT IV. S. 3.

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Fimor of Aiken, no 5. Sondon Publiskon Masctai 18 30 por J Cadell Serana

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