ACT I SCENE IV

Richard II

ACT I SCENE IV	The court.
	Enter KING RICHARD II, with BAGOT and GREEN at one door; and the DUKE OF AUMERLE at another.
KING RICHARD II	We did observe. Cousin Aumerle,
	How far brought you high Hereford on his way?
DUKE OF AUMERLE	I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,
	But to the next highway, and there I left him.	5
KING RICHARD II	And say, what store of parting tears were shed?
DUKE OF AUMERLE	Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind,
	Which then blew bitterly against our faces,
	Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance
	Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.	10
KING RICHARD II	What said our cousin when you parted with him?
DUKE OF AUMERLE	‘Farewell:’
	And, for my heart disdained that my tongue
	Should so profane the word, that taught me craft
	To counterfeit oppression of such grief	15
	That words seem’d buried in my sorrow’s grave.
	Marry, would the word ‘farewell’ have lengthen’d hours
	And added years to his short banishment,
	He should have had a volume of farewells;
	But since it would not, he had none of me.	20
KING RICHARD II	He is our cousin, cousin; but ’tis doubt,
	When time shall call him home from banishment,
	Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.
	Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green
	Observed his courtship to the common people;	25
	How he did seem to dive into their hearts
	With humble and familiar courtesy,
	What reverence he did throw away on slaves,
	Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles
	And patient underbearing of his fortune,	30
	As ’twere to banish their affects with him.
	Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench;
	A brace of draymen bid God speed him well
	And had the tribute of his supple knee,
	With ‘Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;’	35
	As were our England in reversion his,
	And he our subjects’ next degree in hope.
GREEN	Well, he is gone; and with him go these thoughts.
	Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,
	Expedient manage must be made, my liege,	40
	Ere further leisure yield them further means
	For their advantage and your highness’ loss.
KING RICHARD II	We will ourself in person to this war:
	And, for our coffers, with too great a court
	And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light,	45
	We are inforced to farm our royal realm;
	The revenue whereof shall 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,	50
	They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold
	And send them after to supply our wants;
	For we will make for Ireland presently.
	Enter BUSHY.
	Bushy, what news?
BUSHY	Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,	55
	Suddenly taken; and hath sent post haste
	To entreat your majesty to visit him.
KING RICHARD II	Where lies he?
BUSHY	At Ely House.
KING RICHARD II	Now put it, God, in the physician’s mind	60
	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 haste, and come too late!	65
All	Amen.
	Exeunt

Richard II, Act 2, Scene 1