Timon of Athens, [5.1.205-211]. Timon. “I have a tree, which grows here in my close,/ That mine own use invites me to cut down,/ And shortly must I fell it. Thell my friends,/ Tell Athens, in the sequence of degree/ From high to low throughout, that whoso please/ To stop affliction, let him take his haste,/ Come hither, ere my tree hath felt the axe,/ And hang himself. I pray you, do my greeting.”

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