Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gaunt. This Land of such deere soules, this deere‑deere Land,
Gaunt. Deere for her reputation through the world,
Gaunt. Is now Leas'd out (I dye pronouncing it)
Gaunt. Like to a Tenement or pelting Farme.
Gaunt. England bound in with the triumphant sea,
Gaunt. Whose rocky shore beates backe the enuious siedge
Gaunt. Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
Gaunt. With Inky blottes, and rotten Parchment bonds.
Gaunt. That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Gaunt. Hath made a shamefull conquest of it selfe.
Gaunt. Ah! would the scandall vanish with my life,
Gaunt. How happy then were my ensuing death?
Gaunt. Enter King, Queene, Aumerle, Bushy, Greene,
Gaunt. Bagot, Ros, and Willoughby.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. The King is come, deale mildly with his youth,
Yor. For young hot Colts, being rag'd, do rage the more.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. How fares our noble Vncle Lancaster?
Ri. Ri.