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  Rich. We did obserue. Cosine Aumerle,

How far brought you high Herford on his way?

  Aum. I brought high Herford (if you call him so)

But to the next high way, and there I left him

   Rich. And say, what store of parting tears were shed?

  Aum. Faith none for me: except the Northeast wind

Which then grew bitterly against our face,

Awak'd the sleepie rhewme, and so by chance

Did grace our hollow parting with a teare

   Rich. What said our Cosin when you parted with him?

  Au. Farewell: and for my hart disdained y my tongue

Should so prophane the word, that taught me craft

To counterfeit oppression of such greefe,

That word seem'd buried in my sorrowes graue.

Marry, would the word Farwell, haue lengthen'd houres,

And added yeeres to his short banishment,

He should haue had a volume of Farwels,

But since it would not, he had none of me

   Rich. He is our Cosin (Cosin) but 'tis doubt,

When time shall call him home from banishment,

Whether our kinsman come to see his friends,

Our selfe, and Bushy: heere Bagot and Greene

Obseru'd his Courtship to the common people:

How he did seeme to diue into their hearts,

With humble, and familiar courtesie,

What reuerence he did throw away on slaues;

Wooing poore Craftes-men, with the craft of soules,

And patient vnder-bearing 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 thankes my Countrimen, my louing friends,

As were our England in reuersion his,

And he our subiects next degree in hope

   Gr. Well, he is gone, & with him go these thoughts:

Now for the Rebels, which stand out in Ireland,

Expedient manage must be made my Liege

Ere further leysure, yeeld them further meanes

For their aduantage, and your Highnesse losse

   Ric. We will our selfe in person to this warre,

And for our Coffers, with too great a Court,

And liberall Largesse, are growne somewhat light,

We are inforc'd to farme our royall Realme,

The Reuennew whereof shall furnish vs

For our affayres in hand: if that come short

Our Substitutes at home shall haue Blanke-charters:

Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich,

They shall subscribe them for large summes of Gold,

And send them after to supply our wants:

For we will make for Ireland presently.

Enter Bushy.

Bushy, what newes?

  Bu. Old Iohn of Gaunt is verie sicke my Lord,

Sodainly taken, and hath sent post haste

To entreat your Maiesty to visit him

   Ric. Where lyes he?

  Bu. At Ely house

   Ric. Now put it (heauen) in his Physitians minde,

To helpe him to his graue immediately:

The lining of his coffers shall make Coates

To decke our souldiers for these Irish warres.

Come Gentlemen, let's all go visit him:

Pray heauen we may make hast, and come too late.