GAUNT. Come,come, my fon, I'll bring thee on thy way: Had I thy youth, and caufe, I would not stay. [adieu; BOLING. Then, England's ground, farewell; fweet foil, My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Where-e'er I wander, boaft of this I can, Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The fame. A Room in the King's Caftle. Enter KING RICHARD, BAGOT, and GREEN; AUMERLE following. K. RICH. We did observe.-Cousin Aumerle, How far brought you high Hereford on his way ? AUM. I brought high Hereford, if you call him so, But to the next highway, and there I left him. [fhed? K. RICH. And, fay, what ftore of parting tears were AUM. 'Faith, none by me: except the north-eaft wind, Which then blew bitterly against our faces, Awak'd the fleeping rheum; and fo, by chance, Did grace our hollow parting with a tear. [him? K. RICH. What faid our coufin, when you parted with AUM. Farewell: And for my heart disdained that my tongue Should fo profane the word, that taught me craft To counterfeit oppreffion of fuch grief, That words feem'd buried in my forrow's grave. Marry, would the word farewell have lengthen'd hours, And added years to his fhort banishment, He should have had a volume of farewells; But, fince it would not, he had none of me. K. RICH. He is our coufin, coufin; but 'tis doubt, When time shall call him home from banishment, Whether our kinfman come to fee his friends. Ourself, and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green, Obferv'd his courtship to the common people: What reverence he did throw away on flaves; And he our fubjects' next degree in hope, [thoughts. GREEN. Well, he is gone; and with him go these Now for the rebels, which stand out in Ireland ;— Expedient manage must be made, my liege; Ere further leifure yield them further means, For their advantage and your highness' loss. K. RICH. We will ourself in perfon to this war. For our affairs in hand: If that come short, Enter BUSHY. K. RICH. Bushy, what news? BUSHY. Old John of Gaunt is grievous fick, my lord Suddenly taken; and hath fent post-haste, To entreat your majefty to visit him. K. RICH. Where lies he? BUSHY. At Ely-house. K. RICH. Now put it, heaven, in his phyfician's mind, To help him to his grave immediately! The lining of his coffers fhall make coats To deck our foldiers for thefe Irifh wars.- Pray God, we may make haste, and come too late! [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. London. A Room in Ely-boufe. GAUNT, on a Couch; the Duke of YORK, and Others Standing by him. GAUNT. Will the king come? that I may breathe my In wholesome counsel to his unstay'd youth. [laft YORK. Vex not yourself, nor ftrive not with your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. GAUNT. O, but, they fay, the tongues of dying men 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 Than they whom youth and ease have taught to glofe; More are men's ends mark'd, than their lives before : The fetting fun, and mufick at the close, As the last taste of fweets, is sweetest last; Writ in remembrance, more than things long past : YORK. No; it is ftopp'd with other flattering founds, As, praises of his state: then, there are found Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity, Direct not him, whose way himself will choose; 'Tis breath thou lack'ft, and that breath wilt thou lose. GAUNT. Methinks, I am a prophet new inspir'd; And thus, expiring, do foretell of him :. His rafh fierce blaze of riot cannot last; Small showers last long, but fudden storms are short; Confuming means, foon preys upon itself. This fortress, built by nature for herself, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, VOL.III. N This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, England, bound in with the triumphant fea, Enter King RICHARD, and QUEEN; AUMERLE, BUSHY, YORK. The king is come: deal mildly with his youth; GAUNT. O, how that name befits my compofition! Is my ftrict faft, I mean-my children's looks; |