18371832They will talke of state for euery one doth so,

18381833Against a change woe is fore-runne with woe.

18391834Gard. Go bind thou vp yong dangling Aphricokes,

18401835Which like vnruly children make their sire,

18411836Stoope with oppression of their prodigall weight,

18421837Giue some supportance to the bending twigs,

18431838Go thou, and like an executioner

18441839Cut off the heads of two fast growing spraies,

18451840That looke too loftie in our common-wealth,

18461841All must be euen in our gouernement.

18471842You thus employed, I will goe roote away

18481843The noysome weedes which without profit sucke

18491844The soiles fertilitie from wholsome flowers.

18501845Man. Why should we in the compas of a pale,

18511846Keepe law and forme, and due proportion,

18521847Shewing as in a modle our firme estate,

18531848When our sea-walled garden the whole land

18541849Is full of weedes, her fairest flowers choakt vp,

18551850Her fruit trees all vnprunde, her hedges ruinde,

18561851Her knots disordered, and her holsome hearbs

18571852Swarming with caterpillers.

18581853Gard. Hold thy peace,

18591854He that htah suffered this disordered spring,

18601855Hath now himselfe met with the fall of leafe:

18611856The weedes which his broad spreading leaues did shelter,

18621857That seemde in eating him to hold him vp,

18631858Are pluckt vp roote and all by Bullingbrooke,

18641859I meane the Earle of Wiltshire, Bushie, Greene,

18651860Man. What are they dead?

18661861Gard. They are.

18671862And Bullingbrooke hath ceasde the wastefull king,

18681863Oh what pitie is it that he had not so trimde,

18691864And drest his land as we this garden at time of yeare

18701865Do wound the barke, the skinne of our fruit trees,

18711866Lest being ouer prowd in sap and bloud,

18721867With too much riches it confound it selfe

18731868Had he done so to great and growing men,