Page 2886 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Of wat’ry Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds.
That England that was wont to conquer others [65]
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.
Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,
How happy then were my ensuing death!
Y ORK
The King is come. Deal mildly with his youth;
For young hot colts being rag’d do rage the more. [70]
Enter King, Queen, Aumerle, Bushy, Green, Bagot, Ross, and
Willoughby.
QUEEN
How fares our noble uncle Lancaster?
RICHARD
What comfort, man? How is’t with agèd Gaunt?
GAUNT
O, how that name befits my composition!
Old Gaunt indeed, and gaunt in being old.
Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast; [75]
And who abstains from meat that is not gaunt?
For sleeping England long time have I watched.
Watching breeds leanness; leanness is all gaunt.
The pleasure that some fathers feed upon
Is my strict fast - I mean my children’s looks; [80]
And therein fasting hast thou made me gaunt.
Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave,
Whose hollow womb inherits naught but bones.
RICHARD
Can sick men play so nicely with their names?
GAUNT
No, misery makes sport to mock itself: [85]
Since thou dost seek to kill my name in me,
I mock my name, great King, to flatter thee.
