585613King What
said our cou
sin when you parted with him?
586614Aum. Farewel, & for my hart di
sdained that my tongue
587615Should
so prophane the word that taught me craft,
588616To counterfaite oppre
ssion of
such griefe,
589617That words
seemd buried in my
sorrowes graue:
590618Marry would the word Farewel haue lengthned howers,
591619And added yeares to his
short bani
shment,
592620He
should haue had a volume of farewels:
593621But
since it would not, he had none of me
. 594622King. He is our Coo
sens Coo
sin, but tis doubt,
595623When time
shall call him home from bani
shment,
596624Whether our kin
sman come to
see his friends.
598626Ob
serued his court
ship to the common people,
599627How he did
seeme to diue into their harts,
600628With humble and familiar courte
sie,
601629With reuerence he did throw away on
slaues,
602630Wooing poore craft
smen with the craft of
smiles.
603631And patient vnder-bearing of his fortune,
604632As twere to bani
sh their a
ffe
cts with him,
605633O
ff goes his bonnet to an oy
sterwench,
606634A brace of draimen bid God
speed him well,
607635And had the tribute of his
supple knee,
608636With thankes my countreymen my louing friendes,
609637As were our England in reuer
sion his,
610638And he our
subie
cts next degree in hope.
611639Greene. Wel, he is gone, and with him go the
se thoughts,
612640Now for the rebels which
stand out in Ireland,
613641Expedient mannage mu
st be made my liege,
614642Ere further ley
sure yeeld them further meanes,
615643For their
aduantage and your highnes lo
sse.
616644King. We will our
selfe in per
son to this warre,
617645And for our co
ffers with too great a court,
618646And liberall larges are growen
somewhat light,
619647We are infor
st to farm our royall Realme,
620648The reuenew whereof
shall furni
sh vs,
621649For our a
ffaires in hand if that come
short,
Our