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Whereto thy tongue a party-verdiet gavet;
Why at our justice feem'lt thou then to lour?
Gaunt. Things sweet to taste, prove in digestion four.
You urg'd me as a judge; but I had rather,
You would have bid me argue like father in
O, had it been a stranger, not ny child,
To smooth his fault I should have been more mild:
A partial slanders fought I to avoid,
And in the sentence my own life destroy'd.
Alas, I look'd, when some of you should say,
I was too strict, to make mine own away;
But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue,
Against my will, to do myself this wrong.
K, Ricb. Cousin farewel :-and, uncle, bid him so;. Six years we banith him, and he shall go.
[Flourish. Exeunt K. RICHARD and Train. Aum. Cousin, farewel: what presence must not know, From where you do remain, let paper show.
Mar. My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride, As far as land will let me, by your side.
Gaunt. O, to what purpose dok thou hoard thy words, That:thou retura't no greeting to thy friends ?
Boling. I have too few to take my leave of you,
When the tongue's office should be prodigal
To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart.
Gaunt. . Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.
Boling. Jay absent, grief is present for that time.
Gaunt. What is fix winters ? they are quickly gone.
Boling. To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.
Gaunt. Call it a travel that thou tak’it for pleasure.
Boling. My heart will figh, when I miscall it so,
Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage.
Gaunt. The fullen passage of thy weary steps
Efteem a foil, wherein thou art to set
The precious jewel of thy home-return.
Boling. Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make
- party-verdiet gave ; ] i. e. you had yourself a part or share in the verdict that I pronounced. Malons.
5 A partial fander-] That is, the reproach of partiality. This is a just picture of the fruggle between principle and affection. JOHNSON.
Will but remember me, what a deal of world
I wander from the jewels that I love.
Muft I not serve a long apprenticehood
To foreign passages; and in the end,
Having my freedom, boast of nothing else,
But that I was a journeyman to grief?
Gaunt. All places that the eye of heaven visits,
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens :
Teach thy necessity to reason thus;
There is no virtue like neceflity.
Think not, the king did banith thee;
But thou the king : Woe doth the heavier fit,
Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
Go, say~ I sent thee forth to purchase honour,
And not-the king exil'd thee: or suppose,
Devouring pestilence hangs in our air,
And thou art flying to a fresher clime.
Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'it :
Suppose the singing birds, musicians;
The grass whereon thou tread'it, the presence ftrew'd;
The Howers, fair ladies; and thy steps, no more
Than a delightful measure' or a dance:
For gnarling forrow hath less power to bite
The man that mocks at it, and fets it light.
Boling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand,
Ey thinking on the frosty Caucasus ?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
6 - Brewd;] i. e. with rushes. See Hentzner's account of the presence-chamber, in the palace at Greenwich, in 2598. ITINERAR. p. 135. MALONE.
? - delightful measure--) See Vol. II. p. 405, n. 4. MALONE.
3 0, wbo con bold a fire in his band, &c.] 'Fire is here, as in many other places, used as a diflyllable. Malone.
It has been remarked, that there is a paffage resembling this in Tully's Fiftb Book of Tusculan Questions. Speaking of Epicurus, he says into “ Sed unâ le dicit recordatione acquiescere præteritarum voluptatum : ut fi quis æftuans, cum vim caloris non facile patiatur, recordari velit fe aliquando in Arpinati noftro gelidis feminibus circumfufum fuiffe. Non enim video, quomodo sedare poflint mala præsentia præteritæ voluptates." The Tusculan Questions of Cicero had been translated early enough for Shakspeare to have seen them. STEEVENS.
By bare imagination of a feaft?
Or wallow naked in December fnow,
By thinking on fantastick summer's heat ?
o, no! the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse :
Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more,
Than when it bites, but lanceth not the fore.
Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way :
Had I thy youth, and cause, I would not stay.
Boling. Then, England's ground, farewel; sweet foil,
adieu; My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Where-e'er I wander, boast of this I can, Though banish'd, yet a true-born Englishmano. (Exeunt.
SC EN E IV.
The fame. A Room in the King's Castle.
Enter King RICHARD, BAGOT, and Greene; Au-
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 high-way, and there I left him.
K. Rich. And, lay, what store of parting tears were shed? Aum. 'Faith, none by me': except the north-east wind, Which then blew bitterly against our faces, Awak'd the sleeping rheum ; and so, by chance, Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.
K. Rich. Whatsaid our cousin, when you parted with him?
9.-yet a true-born Englishman. ] Here the first act ought to end, that between the first and second acts there may be time for John of Gaunt to accompany his son, return, and fall fick. Then the first scene of the second act begins with a natural conversation, interrupted by a mes. fage from John of Gaunt, by which the king is called to visit him, :which visit is paid in the following scene. As the play is now divided, more time pasies between the two last scenes of the first act, than between : the first act and the second. JOHNSON.
- none by me :) The old copies read-for me. Corrected by the editor of the second folio. MALONE.
And for my heart disdained that my tongue
Should so prophane the word, that taught me craft
To counterfeit oppression of such grief,
That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave.
Marry, would the word farewel have lengthen'd hours,
And added years to his short banishment,
Hc should have had a volume of farewels;
But, since it would not, he had none of me.
K. Rich. He is our cousin, cousin; but ’ris doubt,
When time shall call him home from banishment,
Whether 'our kinsman come to see his friends.
Ourself, and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green”,
Observ'd his courtship to the common people :
How he did seem to dive into their hearts,
With humble and familiar courtesy;
What reverence he did throw away on llaves ;
Wooing poor craftsmen, with the craft of smiles,
And patient underbearing of his fortune,
As 'twere, to banish their affects with him.
Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench;
A brace of dray-men bid-God speed him well,
And had the tribute of his supple knee,
With-Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends ;-
As were our England in reversion his,
And he our subjects' next degree in hope 3.
Green. Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts.
Now for the rebels, which stand out in Ireland ;-
Expedient * manage muft be made, my liege ;
Ere further leisure yield them further means,
For their advantage, and your highness' lofs.
K. Rich. We will ourself in person to this war.
And, for our coffers—with too great a court,
And liberal largess,—are grown somewhat light,
3 - Bagot here, and Greene,] The old copies read—bere Bagot. The transposition was made in a quarto of no value, printed in 1634. MALONL. 3 And be our subjeéts' next degree in hope.) Spes altera Romæ. Virg.
MALONL, * Expedient) is expeditious. STEEVENS. See Vol. III. p. 167, n. 6; p. 404, n. 8. MALONE.'
We are enforc'd to farm our royal realm;
The revenue whereof ihall furnish us
For our affairs in hand: If that come short,
Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters;
Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,
They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold,
And send them after to supply our wants ;
For we will make for Ireland presently.
K. Rich. Bushy, what news ?
Bushy. Old John of Gaunt is grievous fick, my lord ;
Suddenly taken; and hath sent post-hafte,
To entreat your majesty to visit him.
K. Rich. Where lies he?
Bujhy. At Ely-house.
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
To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.
Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him :
Pray God, we may make haite, and come too late!
ACT II. SCENE I.
London. A Room in Ely-bouse.
GAUNT on a couch; the duke of YORK S and others ftanding
Gaunt. Will the king come? that I may breathe
laft In wholesome counsel to his unftay'd youth. York. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your
breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear.
Gaunt. 0, 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. 3 mibe duke of York] was Edmund, son of Edward III. WALFOLE.