576Rich. We did obserue. Cosine Anmerle,

577How far brought you high Herford on his way?

578Aum. I brought high Herford (if you call him so)

579but to the next high way, and there I left him.

580Rich. And say, what store of parting tears were shed?

581Aum. Faith none for me: except the Northeast wind

582Which then grew bitterly against our face,

583Awak'd the sleepie rhewme, and so by chance

584Did grace our hollow parting with a teare.

585Rich. What said our Cosin when you parted with him?

586Au. Farewell: and for my hart disdained y^t my tongue

587Should so prophane the word, that taught me craft

588To counterfeit oppression of such greefe,

589That word seem'd buried in my sorrowes graue.

590Marry, would the word Farwell, haue lengthen'd houres,

591And added yeeres to his short banishment,

592He should haue had a voIume of Farwels,

593but since it would not, he had none of me.

594Rich. He is our Cosin (Cosin) but 'tis doubt,

595When time shall call him home from banishment,

596Whether our kinsman come to see his friends,

597Our selfe, and Bushy: heere Bagot and Greene

598Obseru'd his Courtship to the common people:

599How he did seeme to diue into their hearts,

600With humble, and familiat courtesie,

601What reuerence he did throw away on slaues;

602Wooing poore Craftes-men, with the craft of soules,

603And patient vnder-bearing of his Fortune,

604As 'twere to banish their affects with him.

605Off goes his bonnet to an Oyster-wench,

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606A brace of Dray-men bid God speed him well,

607And had the tribute of his supple knee,

608With thankes my Countrimen, my louing friends,

609As were our England in reuersion his,

610And he our subiects next degree in hope.

611Gr. Well, he is gone, & with him go these thoughts:

612Now for the Rebels, which stand out in Ireland,

613Expedient manage must be made my Liege

614Ere further leysure, yeeld them further meanes

615For their aduantage, and your Highnesse losse.

616Ric. We will our selfe in person to this warre,

617And for our Coffers, with too great a Court,

618And liberall Largesse, are growne somewhat light,

619We are inforc'd to farme our royall Realme,

620The Reuennew whereof shall furnish vs

621For our affayres in hand: if that come short

622Our Substitutes at home shall haue Blanke-charters:

623Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,

624They shall subscribe them for large summes of Gold,

625And send them after to supply our wants:

626For we will make for Ireland presently.

628Bushy, what newes?

629Bu. Old Iohn of Gaunt is verie sicke my Lord,

630Sodainly taken, and hath sent post haste

631To entreat your Maiesty to visit him.

632Ric. Where lyes he?

633Bu. At Ely house.

634Ric. Now put it (heauen) in his Physitians minde,

635To helpe him to his graue immediately:

636The lining of his coffers shall make Coates

637To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres.

638Come Gentlemen, let's all go visit him:

639Pray heauen we may make hast, and come too late. Exit.