Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gard. And drest his Land, as we this Garden, at time of yeare,
Gard. And wound the Barke, the skin of our Fruit‑trees,
Gard. Least being ouer‑proud with Sap and Blood,
Gard. With too much riches it confound it selfe?
Gard. Had he done so, to great and growing men,
Gard. They might haue liu'd to beare, and he to taste
Gard. Their fruites of dutie. Superfluous branches
Gard. We lop away, that bearing boughes may liue:
Gard. Had he done so, himselfe had borne the Crowne,
Gard. Which waste and idle houres, hath quite thrown downe.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. What thinke you the King shall be depos'd?
Gar. Gar.
Gar. Deprest he is already, and depos'd
Gar. 'Tis doubted he will be. Letters came last night
Gar. To a deere Friend of the Duke of Yorkes,
Gar. That tell blacke tydings.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking:
Qu. Thou old Adams likenesse, set to dresse this Garden: