When the tongue's office should be prodigal Gaunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a time. Boling. Joy absent, grief is present for that time. Gaunt. What is six winters? they are quickly gone Boling. To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten. Gaunt. Call it a travel that thou tak'st for pleasure. Boling. My heart will sigh, when I miscall it so, Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage. Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy weary steps Esteem a foil, wherein thou art to set The precious jewel of thy home-return. Boling. Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make1 Will but remember me, what a deal of world Gaunt. All places that the eye of heaven 2 visits, There is no virtue like necessity. Think not the king did banish thee; But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit, To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'st. 1 The grass whereon whereon thou tread'st, the presence strewed; 3 1 This speech and that which follows are not in the folio. 2 i. e. the sun. 3 We have other allusions to the practice of strewing rushes over the floor of the presence-chamber, in Shakspeare. VOL. III. 48 The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps, no more Or wallow naked in December snow, way: Had I thy youth, and cause, I would not stay. Boling. Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu; My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. A Room in the King's Castle. Enter KING RICHARD, BAGOT, and GREEN; AUMERLE following. K. Rich. We did observe.-Cousin Aumerle, How far brought you high Hereford on his way? Aum. I brought high Hereford, if you call him so, But to the next highway, and there I left him. K. Rich. And, say, what store of parting tears were shed? 1 Dr. Johnson thought that the first act should end here. 2 The king here addressed Green and Bagot, who, we may suppose, had been talking to him of Bolingbroke's "courtship to the common people," at the time of his departure. "Yes," says Richard, "we did observe it." Aum. 'Faith, none by1 me; except the north-east wind, Which then blew bitterly against our faces, K. Rich. What said our cousin, when you parted with him? Aum. Farewell: And, for my heart disdained that my tongue That words seemed buried in my sorrow's grave. K. Rich. He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt, What reverence he did throw away on slaves; 1 The first folio and the quarto of 1597 read "'Faith, none for me." The emendation was made in the folio, 1623. 2 The earlier quarto copies read, “Ourself and Bushy," and no more. The folio: "Ourself, and Bushy here, Bagot, and Greene. In the quarto, the stage-direction says, "Enter the King, with Bushie," &c.; but in the folio, "Enter the King, Aumerle," &c., because it was observed that Bushy comes in afterward. On this account we have adopted a transposition made in the quarto of 1634. 3 To illustrate this, it should be remembered that courtesying (the act of reverence now confined to women) was anciently practised by men. As were our England in reversion his, Green. Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts. Now for the rebels, which stand out in Ireland :- For our affairs in hand. If that come short, Bushy, what news? Enter BUSHY. Bushy. Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my Suddenly taken; and hath sent post-haste, To entreat your majesty to visit him. K. Rich. Where lies he? Bushy. At Ely-house. lord; K. Rich. Now put it, Heaven, in his physician's mind, To help him to his grave immediately! The lining of his coffers shall make coats 'Pray God, we may make haste, and come too late. [Exeunt. 1 Shakspeare often uses expedient for expeditious; but here its ordinary signification of fit, proper, will suit the context equally well. 2 i. e. cause. ACT II. SCENE I. London. A Room in Ely-house. GAUNT on a couch; the DUKE OF YORK,' and others standing by him. Gaunt. Will the king come? that I may breathe my last In wholesome counsel to his unstayed youth. York. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. Gaunt. O, but they say, the tongues of dying men Enforce attention, like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain, For they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. He, that no more must say, is listened more Than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; More are men's ends marked, than their lives before: The setting sun and music at the close,2 As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest, last; York. No; it is stopped with other flattering sounds, Whose manners still our tardy, apish nation 1 Edmond, duke of York, was the fifth son of Edward III., and was born, in 1441, at Langley, near St. Albans, Herts; whence he had his surname. "He was of an indolent disposition, a lover of pleasure, and averse to business; easily prevailed upon to lie still and consult his own quiet, and never acting with spirit upon any occasion."-Lowth's William of Wykeham, p. 205. 2 Mason suggests the following punctuation of this passage. He considers the word last as a verb. The setting sun, and music at the close, (As the last taste of sweet is sweetest,) last Writ in remembrance more, than things long past. |