Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gau. Will the King come, that I may breath my last
Gau. In wholsome counsell to his vnstaid youth?
Yor. Yor.
Yor. Vex not your selfe, nor striue not with your breth,
Yor. For all in vaine comes counsell to his eare.
Gau. Gau.
Gau. Oh but (they say) the tongues of dying men
Gau. Inforce attention like deepe harmony;
Gau. Where words are scarse, they are seldome spent in vaine,
Gau. For they breath truth, that breath their words in paine.
Gau. He that no more must say, is listen'd more,
Gau. Then they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose,
Gau. More are mens ends markt, then their liues before,
Gau. The setting Sun, and Musicke is the close
Gau. As the last taste of sweetes, is sweetest last,
Gau. Writ in remembrance, more then things long past;
Gau. Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare,
Gau. My deaths sad tale, may yet vndeafe his eare.
Yor. No, it is stopt with other flatt'ring sounds