Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ser. Ser.
Ser. What are they dead?
Gard. Gard.
Gard. They are,
Gard. And Bullingbrooke hath seiz'd the wastefull King.
Gard. Oh, what pitty is it, that he had not so trim'd
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. What thinke you the King shall be depos'd?
Gar. Gar.
Gar. Deprest he is already, and depos'd