[966] _subjects'_] _subject's_ Pope. [967] _them further_] _the futher_ F₂. _the further_ Q₅. [968] _revenue ... that_] _revenues ... they_ Heath conj. [969] _hand: if that_] F₁. _hand if that_ Q₁ Q₂ Q₃. _hand, if that_ Q₄. _hand: if they_ F₂ Q₅ F₃ F₄. _short,_] _short._ Q₅. [970] Enter Bushy. _Bushy, what news?_] Ff Q₅. Enter Bushie with newes. Q₁ Q₂ Q₃ Q₄. Enter Bushy. K. Rich. _What news?_ Rowe. [971] _John of Gaunt_] _John a Gaunt_ Q₅. _grievous_] Q₁ Q₂ Q₃ Q₄. _verie_ F₁ F₂. _very_ Q₅ F₃ F₄. om. Pope. [972] _lies he_] _does he lie_ Seymour conj. _lies he now_ Collier (Collier MS.). [973] _Ely House_] _Ely-house, my liege_ Collier (Seymour conj.). _Ely-house, my lord_ Keightley conj. [974] _God_] Q₁ Q₂ Q₃ Q₄. _heaven_ Ff Q₅. [975] _in the_] Q₁. _into the_ Q₂ Q₃ Q₄. _in his_ Ff Q₅. [976] All. _Amen._] Staunton. _Amen._ Q₁ Q₂ Q₃ Q₄. om. Ff Q₅. [Exeunt.] Q₁ Q₂ Q₃ Q₄. Exit. Ff Q₅. ACT II. SCENE I. _Ely House._ _Enter_ JOHN of GAUNT _sick, with the_ DUKE of YORK, _&c._[977] _Gaunt._ Will the king come, that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth? _York._ Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. _Gaunt._ O, but they say the tongues of dying men 5 Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain. He that no more must say is listen'd more[978] Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glose;[978][979] 10 More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:[978] The setting sun, and music at the close,[978][980] As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,[978][981] Writ in remembrance more than things long past:[978] Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear,[978][982] 15 My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.[978] _York._ No; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds,[983] As praises, of whose taste the wise are fond,[984] Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound[985] The open ear of youth doth always listen;[986] 20 Report of fashions in proud Italy,[987] Whose manners still our tardy apish nation[988] Limps after in base imitation.[989] Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity-- So it be new, there's no respect how vile-- 25 That is not quickly buzz'd into his ears?[990] Then all too late comes counsel to be heard,[991] Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard. Direct not him whose way himself will choose:[992] 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt thou lose.[992][993] 30