Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ser. Ser.
Ser. Why should we, in the compasse of a Pale,
Ser. Keepe Law and Forme, and due Proportion,
Ser. Shewing as in a Modell our firme Estate?
Ser. When our Sea‑walled Garden, the whole Land,
Ser. Is full of Weedes, her fairest Flowers choakt vp,
Ser. Her Fruit‑trees all vnpruin'd, her Hedges ruin'd,
Ser. Her Knots disorder'd, and her wholesome Hearbes
Ser. Swarming with Caterpillers.
Gard. Gard.
Gard. Hold thy peace.
Gard. He that hath suffer'd this disorder'd Spring,
Gard. Hath now himselfe met with the Fall of Leafe.
Gard. The Weeds that his broad‑spreading Leaues did shelter,
Gard. That seem'd, in eating him, to hold him vp,
Gard. Are pull'd vp, Root and all, by Bullingbrooke:
Gard. I meane, the Earle of Wiltshire, Bushie, Greene.
Gard. d
Gard. Ser. What.
Gard. The Life and Death of Richard the Second.