557.19578Looke what thy
soule holds deare, imagine it
557.20579To ly that way thou goe
st, not whence thou com
st: 557.21580Suppo
se the
singing birds mu
sitions,
557.22581The gra
sse whereon thou tread
st, the pre
sence
strowd,
557.23582The
flowers, faire Ladies, and thy
steps, no more
557.24583Then a delightfull mea
sure or a dance,
557.25584For gnarling
sorrow hath le
sse power to bite,
557.26585The man that mocks at it, and
sets it light
. 558586Bul. Oh who can hold a
fier in his hand,
559587By thinking on the fro
sty Cauca
sus
? 560588Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
561589By bare imagination of a fea
st?
562590Or wallow naked in December
snow,
563591By thinking on fanta
sticke
sommers heate?
564592Oh no, the apprehen
sion of the good,
565593Giues but the greater feeling to the wor
se:
566594Fell
sorrowes tooth doth neuer ranckle more,
567595Then when he bites, but launceth not the
soare
. 568596Gaun. Come come my
sonne Ile bring thee on thy way,
569597Had I thy youth and cau
se, I would not
stay.
570598Bul. Then Englands ground farewell,
sweet
soile adiew,
571599My mother and my nur
se that beares me yet,
572600Where eare I wander boa
st of this I can,
573601Though bani
sht, yet a true borne Engli
sh man
. Exeunt.
575602 Enter the King with Bushie, &c at one dore, and the 603Lord Aumarle at another.
576604King We did ob
serue. Coo
sen Aumarle,
577605How far brought you high Hereford on his way?
578606Aum. I brought high Herford, if you call him
so,
579607But to the next high way, and there I left him.
580608King And
say, what
store of parting teares were
shed
? 581609Aum. Faith none for me, except the Northea
st winde,
582610Which then blew bitterly again
st our faces,
583611Awakt the
sleeping rhewme, and
so by chance
584612Did grace our hollow parting with a teare.
King
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