We did observe. -- Cousin Aumerle,

1.4.3577How far brought you high Hereford on his way?

I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,

1.4.5579But to the next highway, and there I left him.

And say, what store of parting tears were shed?

Faith, none for me, except the northeast wind,

1.4.8582Which then blew bitterly against our faces,

1.4.9583Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance

1.4.10584Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.

What said our cousin when you parted with him?

1.4.12.1"Farewell." --

And, for my heart disdainèd that my tongue

1.4.13587Should so profane the word, that taught me craft

1.4.14588To counterfeit oppression of such grief

1.4.15589That words seemed buried in my sorrow's grave.

1.4.16590Marry, would the word "farewell" have lengthened hours

1.4.17591And added years to his short banishment,

1.4.18592He should have had a volume of farewells;

1.4.19593But since it would not, he had none of me.

He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,

1.4.21595When time shall call him home from banishment,

1.4.22596Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.

1.4.23597Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green

1.4.24598Observed his courtship to the common people.

1.4.25599How he did seem to dive into their hearts

1.4.26600With humble and familiar courtesy.

1.4.27601What reverence he did throw away on slaves,

1.4.28602Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles

1.4.29603And patient underbearing of his fortune,

1.4.30604As 'twere to banish their affects with him.

1.4.31605Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench.

1.4.32606A brace of draymen bid God speed him well,

1.4.33607And had the tribute of his supple knee

1.4.34608With "Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends,"

1.4.35609As were our England in reversion his,

1.4.36610And he our subjects' next degree in hope.

Well, he is gone, and with him go these thoughts.

1.4.38612Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,

1.4.39613Expedient manage must be made, my liege,

1.4.40614Ere further leisure yield them further means

1.4.41615For their advantage and your highness' loss.

We will ourself in person to this war.

1.4.43617And, for our coffers, with too great a court

1.4.44618And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light,

1.4.45619We are enforced to farm our royal realm,

1.4.46620The revenue whereof shall furnish us

1.4.47621For our affairs in hand. If that come short,

1.4.48622Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters,

1.4.49623Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,

1.4.50624They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold

1.4.51625And send them after to supply our wants;

1.4.52626For we will make for Ireland presently.

628Bushy, what news?

Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,

1.4.54630Suddenly taken, and hath sent post-haste

1.4.55631To entreat your majesty to visit him.

Where lies he?

At Ely house.

Now put it, God, in the physician's mind

1.4.59635To help him to his grave immediately!

1.4.60636The lining of his coffers shall make coats

1.4.61637To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.

1.4.62638Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him.

1.4.63639Pray God we may make haste and come too late!

Amen!