_Gaunt._ But not a minute, king, that thou canst give: Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow,[919] And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage; 230 Thy word is current with him for my death, But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath. _K. Rich._ Thy son is banish'd upon good advice,[920] Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave:[921] Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour?[922] 235 _Gaunt._ Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.[923] You urged me as a judge; but I had rather[924] You would have bid me argue like a father. O, had it been a stranger, not my child,[925][926] To smooth his fault I should have been more mild:[925][927] 240 A partial slander sought I to avoid,[925][928] And in the sentence my own life destroy'd.[925] 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 245 Against my will to do myself this wrong. _K. Rich._ Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so: Six years we banish him, and he shall go. [_Flourish. Exeunt King Richard and train._[929] _Aum._ Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know,[930] From where you do remain let paper show. 250 _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 dost thou hoard thy words, That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends?[931] _Boling._ I have too few to take my leave of you, 255 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._ Joy absent, grief is present for that time. _Gaunt._ What is six winters? they are quickly gone. 260 _Boling._ To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.[932] _Gaunt._ Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure. _Boling._ My heart will sigh when I miscall it so, Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage. _Gaunt._ The sullen passage of thy weary steps 265 Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set[933] The precious jewel of thy home return. _Boling._ Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make[934][935] Will but remember me what a deal of world[934][935][936] I wander from the jewels that I love.[934][935] 270 Must I not serve a long apprenticehood[934][935] To foreign passages, and in the end,[934][935] Having my freedom, boast of nothing else[934][935] But that I was a journeyman to grief?[934][935]