Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Wor. And you did sweare that Oath at Doncaster,
Wor. That you did nothing of purpose 'gainst the State,
Wor. Nor claime no further, then your new‑falne right,
Wor. The seate of Gaunt, Dukedome of Lancaster,
Wor. To this, we sware our aide: But in short space,
Wor. It rain'd downe Fortune showring on your head,
Wor. And such a floud of Greatnesse fell on you,
Wor. What with our helpe, what with the absent King,
Wor. What with the iniuries of wanton time,
Wor. The seeming sufferances that you had borne,
Wor. And the contrarious Windes that held the King
Wor. So long in the vnlucky Irish Warres,
Wor. That all in England did repute him dead:
Wor. And from this swarme of faire aduantages,
Wor. You tooke occasion to be quickly woo'd,
Wor. To gripe the generall sway into your hand,
Wor. Forgot your Oath to vs at Doncaster,
Wor. And being fed by vs, you vs'd vs so,
Wor. As that vngentle gull the Cuckowes Bird,
Wor. Vseth the Sparrow, did oppresse our Nest,