Return [To BOLING.] with welcome home from banish ment. Boling. How long a time lies in one little word! For, ere the six years, that he hath to spend, Can change their moons, and bring their times about, K. Rich. Why, uncle, thou hast many years to live. sour. You urg'd me as a judge; but I had rather, You would have bid me argue like a father : O, had it been a stranger, not my child, : To smooth his fault I should have been more mild: A partial slander sought I to avoid, And in the sentence my own life destroy'd. K. Rich. Cousin, farewell:--and, uncle, bid him so; Six years we banish him, and he shall go. [Flourish. Exeunt K. RICHARD and train. 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. O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words, That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends? Gaunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a time. ten. Gaunt. Call it a travel, that thou tak'st for pleasure. Boling. My heart will sigh, when I miscall it so, Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage. Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy weary steps Esteem a foil, wherein thou art to set The precious jewel of thy home-return. Boling. Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make Will but remember me, what a deal of world I wander from the jewels that I love. Gaunt. All places, that the eye of heaven visits, Think not, the king did banish thee; But thou the king: Woe doth the heavier sit, To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'st: Suppose the singing birds, musicians; The grass whereon thou tread'st, the presence strew'd; Than a delightful measure, or a dance: By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or wallow naked in December snow, Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. 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, adieu; My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-The same. A Room in the King's Castle. 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. K. Rich. 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 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. K. Rich. He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt, What reverence he did throw away on slaves; As 'twere to banish their effects with him. 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 ;- K. Rich. We will ourself in person to this war; VOL. VI. |