539541Au. Cosin farewel, what presence must not know,

540542From where you doe remaine let paper shew.

541543Mar. My Lord, no leaue take I, for I will ride

542544As farre as land will let me by your side.

543545Gaunt. Oh to what purpose doest thou hoard thy words,

544546That thou returnest no greeting to thy friends?

545547Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you,

546548When the tongues office should be prodigall,

547549To breathe the aboundant dolor of the heart.

548550Gaunt. Thy griefe is but thy absence for a time.

549551Bull. Ioy absent, griefe is present for that time.

550552Gaunt. What is sixe winters? they are quickly gone.

551553Bul. To men in ioy, but griefe makes one hower ten.

552554Gaun. Call it a trauaile that thou takst for pleasure.

553555Bul. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,

554556Which findes it an inforced pilgrimage.

555557Gaun. The sullen passage of thy weary steps,

556558Esteeme as foyle wherein thou art to set,

557559The pretious Iewell of thy home returne.

557.1560Bul. Nay rather euery tedious stride I make,

557.2561Will but remcmber me what a deale of world:

557.3562I wander from the Iewels that I loue.

557.4563Must I not serue a long apprentishood,

557.5564To forreine passages, and in the end,

557.6565Hauing my freedome, boast of nothing else,

557.7566But that I was a iourneyman to griefe.

557.8567Gaun. All places that the eie of heauen visits,

557.9568Are to a wiseman portes and happie hauens:

557.10569Teach thy necessity to reason thus,

557.11570There is no vertue like necessity,

557.12571Thinke not the King did banish thee,

557.13572But thou the King. Woe doth the heauier sit,

557.14573Where it perceiues it is but faintly borne:

557.15574Go, say I sent thee foorth to purchase honour,

557.16575And not the King exilde thee; or suppose,

557.17576Deuouring pestilence hangs in our aire,

557.18577And thou art flying to a fresher clime: