Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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.
Ri. What comfort man? How ist with aged Gaunt?
Ga. Ga.
Ga. Oh how that name befits my composition:
Ga. Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old:
Ga. Within me greefe hath kept a tedious fast,
Ga. And who abstaynes from meate, that is not gaunt?