505504Returne with welcome home from bani
shment.
506505Bull. How long a time lies in one little word.
507506Foure lagging winters and foure wanton
springes,
508507End in a word,
such is the breath of Kinges.
509508Gaunt. I thanke my liege that in regard of me,
510509He
shortens foure yeares of
my
sonnes exile,
511510But little vantage
shall I reape thereby:
512511For eare the
sixe yeares that he hath to
spend
513512Can change their moones, and bring their times about,
514513My oile-dried lampe, and time bewa
sted light
515514Shall be extint with age and endle
sse nightes,
516515My intch of taper will be burnt and done,
517516And blindfold Death not let me
see my
sonne.
518517King. Why Vnckle thou ha
st many yeares to liue.
519518Gaunt. But not a minute King that thou can
st giue,
520519Shorten my daies thou can
st with
sullen
sorrowe,
521520And plucke nights from me, but not lend a morrow:
522521Thou can
st helpe time to furrow me with age,
523522But
stoppe no wrinckle in his pilgrimage:
524523Thy word is currant with him for my death,
525524But dead, thy kingdome cannot buy my breath.
526525King. Thy
sonne is bani
sht vpon good adui
se,
527526Whereto thy tong a party verdi
ct gaue,
528527Why at our iu
stice
seem
st thou then to lower
? 529528Gaunt. Things
sweet to ta
ste, prooue in dige
stion
sowre
. 530529You vrgde me as a iudge, but I had rather,
531530You would haue bid me argue like a father:
531.1531Oh had't beene a
stranger, not my child,
531.2532To
smooth his fault I
should haue beene more milde
: 531.3533A partiall
slaunder ought I to auoide,
531.4534And in the
sentence my owne life de
stroyed:
532535Alas, I lookt when
some of you
should
say,
533536I was too
stri
ct to make mine owne away:
534537But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tongue,
535538Again
st my will to do my
selfe this wrong
. 536539King. Coo
sen farewel, and Vnckle, bid him
so,
537540Sixe yeares we bani
sh him and he
shall go
. Au-
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