585613King What said our cousin when you parted with him?

586614Aum. Farewel, & for my hart disdained that my tongue

587615Should so prophane the word that taught me craft,

588616To counterfaite oppression 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 banishment,

592620He should haue had a volume of farewels:

593621But since it would not, he had none of me.

594622King. He is our Coosens Coosin, but tis doubt,

595623When time shall call him home from banishment,

596624Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.

597625Our selfe and Bushie,

598626Obserued his courtship to the common people,

599627How he did seeme to diue into their harts,

600628With humble and familiar courtesie,

601629With reuerence he did throw away on slaues,

602630Wooing poore craftsmen with the craft of smiles.

603631And patient vnder-bearing of his fortune,

604632As twere to banish their affects with him,

605633Off goes his bonnet to an oysterwench,

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 reuersion his,

610638And he our subiects next degree in hope.

611639Greene. Wel, he is gone, and with him go these thoughts,

612640Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,

613641Expedient mannage must be made my liege,

614642Ere further leysure yeeld them further meanes,

615643For their aduantage and your highnes losse.

616644King. We will our selfe in person to this warre,

617645And for our coffers with too great a court,

618646And liberall larges are growen somewhat light,

619647We are inforst to farm our royall Realme,

620648The reuenew whereof shall furnish vs,

621649For our affaires in hand if that come short,