Or wallow naked in December snow, way: Had I thy youth, and cause, I would not stay. Boling. Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu; My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! SCENE IV. [Exeunt. The same. A Room in the King's Castle. Enter King RICHARD, BAGOT, and GREEN; K. Rich. We did observe.-Cousin Aumerle, Aum. 'Faith, none by me: except the north-east wind, Which then blew bitterly against our faces, Awak'd the sleeping 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 profane the word, that taught me craft That words seem'd buried in my sorrow'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; K. Rich. He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt, - 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. Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench; go these Now for the rebels, which stand out in Ireland; 5 Expedient manage must be made, my liege; Ere further leisure yield them further means, For our affairs in hand: If that come short, 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, To entreat your majesty to visit him, K. Rich. Where lies he? Bushy. At Ely-house. K. Rich. Now put it, heaven, in his physician's mind, To help him to his grave immediately! The lining of his coffers shall make coats Pray God, we may make haste, and come too late! S Expeditious. 6 Because. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. London. A Room in Ely-house. GAUNT on a Couch; the Duke of YORK, and Others standing by him. Gaunt. Will the king come? that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstaied 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 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 glose ;7 More are men's ends mark'd, than their lives before: As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; York. No; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds, 7 Flatter. Whose manners still our tardy apish nation Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity, Direct not him, whose way himself will choose; And thus, expiring, do foretell of him : For violent fires soon burn out themselves: Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, |