_Gaunt._ O, spare me not, my brother Edward's son,[1036] For that I was his father Edward's son; 125 That blood already, like the pelican, Hast thou tapp'd out and drunkenly caroused:[1037] My brother Gloucester, plain well-meaning soul, Whom fair befal in heaven 'mongst happy souls! May be a precedent and witness good 130 That thou respect'st not spilling Edward's blood:[1038] Join with the present sickness that I have; And thy unkindness be like crooked age,[1039][1040] To crop at once a too long wither'd flower.[1039] Live in thy shame, but die not shame with thee![1041] 135 These words hereafter thy tormentors be! Convey me to my bed, then to my grave: Love they to live that love and honour have. [_Exit, borne off by his Attendants._[1042] _K. Rich._ And let them die that age and sullens have; For both hast thou, and both become the grave.[1043] 140 _York._ I do beseech your majesty, impute his words[1044][1045] To wayward sickliness and age in him:[1044] He loves you, on my life, and holds you dear As Harry Duke of Hereford, were he here. _K. Rich._ Right, you say true: as Hereford's love, so his; 145 As theirs, so mine; and all be as it is.[1046] _Enter_ NORTHUMBERLAND.[1047] _North._ My liege, old Gaunt commends him to your majesty. _K. Rich._ What says he? _North._ Nay, nothing; all is said:[1048] His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words life and all, old Lancaster hath spent. 150 _York._ Be York the next that must be bankrupt so! Though death be poor, it ends a mortal woe. _K. Rich._ The ripest fruit first falls, and so doth he; His time is spent, our pilgrimage must be. So much for that. Now for our Irish wars: 155 We must supplant those rough rug-headed kerns,[1049] Which live like venom where no venom else But only they have privilege to live.[1050] And for these great affairs do ask some charge, Towards our assistance we do seize to us 160 The plate, coin, revenues and moveables,[1051] Whereof our uncle Gaunt did stand possess'd.