622650Our substitutes at home shall haue blanke charters,

623651Whereto, when they shal know what men are rich,

624652They shal subscribe them for large summes of gold,

625653And send them after to supply our wants,

626654For we will make for Ireland presently.

629656Bush. Olde Iohn of Gaunt is grieuous sicke my Lord,

630657Sodainely taken, and hath sent post haste,

631658To intreate your Maiestie to visite him.

632659King Where lies he?

633660Bush. At Ely house.

634661King Now put it (God) in the Physitions mind,

635662To help him to his graue immediatly:

636663The lining of his coffers shall make coates

637664To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres.

638665Come gentlemen, lets all go visite him,

639666Pray God we may make haste and come too late,

667 Amen Exeunt.

642669Gaunt. Wil the King come that I may breathe my last?

643670In holsome counsell to his vnstaied youth.

644671Yorke Vex not your selfe, nor striue not with your breath,

645672For all in vaine comes counsell to his eare.

646673Gaunt. Oh but they say, the tongues of dying men,

647674Inforce attention like deepe harmony:

648675Where words are scarce they are seldome spent in vaine,

649676For they breathe truth that breathe their wordes in paine:

650677He that no more must say, is listened more

651678Than they whom youth and ease haue taught to glose,

652679More are mens ends markt than their liues before:

653680The setting Sunne, and Musike at the close,

654681As the last taste of sweetes is sweetest last,

655682Writ in remembrance more than things long past,

656683Though Richard my liues counsell would not heare,

657684My deaths sad tale may yet vndeafe his eare.

658685Yorke No, it is stopt with other flattering soundes,