ACT 1, SCENE 4: The court.

Enter the KING, with BAGOT and GREEN at one door;
and the DUKE OF AUMERLE at another.

KING RICHARD II: We did observe. Cousin Aumerle,
How far brought you high Hereford on his way?

DUKE OF AUMERLE: I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,
But to the next highway, and there I left him.

KING RICHARD II: And say, what store of parting tears were shed?             [5]

DUKE OF AUMERLE: Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind,
Which then blew bitterly against our faces,
Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance
Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.

KING RICHARD II: What said our cousin when you parted with him?             [10]

DUKE OF AUMERLE: 'Farewell:'
And, for my heart disdained that my tongue
Should so profane the word, that taught me craft
To counterfeit oppression of such grief
That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave.                               [15]
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.

KING RICHARD II: He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,                       [20]
When time shall call him home from banishment,
Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.
Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green
Observed his courtship to the common people;
How he did seem to dive into their hearts                                          [25]
With humble and familiar courtesy,
What reverence he did throw away on slaves,
Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles
And patient underbearing of his fortune,
As 'twere to banish their affects with him.                                          [30]
Off 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,                                                 [35]
And he our subjects' next degree in hope.

GREEN: Well, he is gone; and with him go 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                                     [40]
For their advantage and your highness' loss.

KING RICHARD II: We will ourself in person to this war:
And, for our coffers, with too great a court
And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light,
We are inforced to farm our royal realm;                                            [45]
The revenue whereof shall furnish us
For our affairs in hand: if that come short,
Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters;
Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,
They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold                               [50]
And send them after to supply our wants;
For we will make for Ireland presently.
Enter BUSHY.
Bushy, what news?

BUSHY: Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,
Suddenly taken; and hath sent post haste                                            [55]
To entreat your majesty to visit him.

KING RICHARD II: Where lies he?

BUSHY: At Ely House.

KING RICHARD II: Now put it, God, in the physician's mind
To help him to his grave immediately!                                                [60]
The lining of his coffers shall make coats
To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.
Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him:
Pray God we may make haste, and come too late!

All: Amen.                                                                                                               [65]

[Exeunt.]


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