Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gau. I mocke my name (great King) to flatter thee.
Ric. Ric.
Ric. Should dying men flatter those that liue?
Gau. Gau.
Gau. No, no, men liuing flatter those that dye.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Thou now a dying, sayst thou flatter'st me.
Gau. Oh no, thou dyest, though I the sicker be.
Rich. I am in health, I breath, I see thee ill.
Gau. Now he that made me, knowes I see thee ill:
Gau. Ill in my selfe to see, and in thee, seeing ill,
Gau. Thy death‑bed is no lesser then the Land,
Gau. Wherein thou lyest in reputation sicke,
Gau. And thou too care‑lesse patient as thou art,
Gau. Commit'st thy'anointed body to the cure
Gau. Of those Physitians, that first wounded thee.
Gau. A thousand flatterers sit within thy Crowne,