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K. Rich. Cousin, farewell :-and, uncle, bid him fo; Six years we banish him, and he shall go. [Flourish.
(Exit. Aum. Cousin, farewell : what presence must not know, From where you do remain, let paper show.
Mar. My lord, no leave take I ; for I will ride, As far as land will let me, by your side.
Gaunt, Oh, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words, That thou return'ít no greeting to thy friends ?
Boling. I have too few to take my leave of you,
Gaunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.
Boling. My heart will figh, when I miscall it fo,
Gaunt. The fullen passage of thy weary steps
Boling. Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make
Having my freedom, boast of nothing else,
Gaunt. All places that the eye of heaven visits,
Boling. Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,
Think not, the king did bonifh thee; but thou the king :)
Car. e the presence frow'd ;)-the presence chamber, ftrow'd with rafbes. HENRY IV, Part I. A& III. S. i. Glend.
Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: Had I thy youth, and cause, I would not stay.
Boling. Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil,
My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet !
Enter King Richard, and Bagot, &c. at one door, and the
Lord Aumerle at the other.
Aum. I brought high Hereford, if you call him so, But to the next high-way, and there I left him.
K. Ricb. And, say, what store of parting tears were shed?
Aum. 'Faith, none by me: except the north-east wind, Which then blew bitterly against our faces, Awak'd the neepy rheum; and so, by chance, Did grace our hollow parting with a tear. K. Rich. What said our cousin, when you parted with
him ? Aum. Farewell : And for my heart disdained that my tongue Should so prophane the word, that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such grief, That words seem buried in my forrow's grave. Marry, would the word farewell have lengthen'd hours, And added years to his short banishment; He should have had a volume of farewells; But, since it would not, he had none of me. VOL. III.
K. Rich. He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt, When time shall call him home from banishment, Whether our kinsman come to see his friends. Ourself, and Bulhy, Bagot here, and Green, Observ'd his courtship to the common people How he did seem to dive into their hearts, With humble and familiar courtesy ; What reverence he did throw away on Naves ; Wooing poor craftsmen, with the craft of smiles, And patient underbearing of his fortune, As 'twere, to banish their affects with him. of goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench ; A brace of draymen bid-God speed him well, And had the tribute of his supple knee, With-Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends ;As were our England in reversion his, And he our subjects next degree in hope. Green. Well, he is gone; and with him
these thoughts. Now for the rebels, which stand out in Ireland; $ Expedient manage must be made, my liege ; Ere further leisure yield them further means, For their advantage, and your highness' loss.
K. Ricb. We will ourself in person to this war.
subscribe them for large sums of gold,)-enforce them by their figa eatures to advance.
And send them after to supply our wants ;
Busky, Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord;
K. Rich. Where lies he?
K. Rich. Now put it, heaven, in his physician's mind,
A Room in Ely-house. Gaunt brought in, fick: with the duke of York. Gaunt. Will the king come? that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unftay'd youth.
York. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.
Gaunt. Oh, but, they say, the tongues of dying men Inforce attention, like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain ; For they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. Сс 2