_Gaunt._ All places that the eye of heaven visits[934] 275 Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.[934][937] Teach thy necessity to reason thus;[934] There is no virtue like necessity.[934] Think not the king did banish thee,[934][938][939] But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit,[934][938][940] 280 Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.[934][938] Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour[934] And not the king exiled thee; or suppose[934] Devouring pestilence hangs in our air[934] And thou art flying to a fresher clime:[934] 285 Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it[934] To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou comest:[934] Suppose the singing birds musicians,[934] The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd,[934][941] The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more[934] 290 Than a delightful measure or a dance;[934] For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite[934][942] The man that mocks at it and sets it light.[934][942] _Boling._ O, who can hold a fire in his hand[943] By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? 295 Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow[944] By thinking on fastastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good 300 Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:[945] Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more[946] Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.[947] _Gaunt._ Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay. 305 _Boling._ Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu; My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet![948] Where'er I wander, boast of this I can, Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman. [_Exeunt._[949] SCENE IV. _The court._ _Enter the_ KING, _with_ BAGOT _and_ GREEN _at one door; and the_ DUKE of AUMERLE _at another_.[950] _K. Rich._ We did observe. Cousin Aumerle,[951] How far brought you high Hereford on his way? _Aum._ I brought high Hereford, if you call him so, But to the next highway, and there I left him. _K. Rich._ And say, what store of parting tears were shed? 5 _Aum._ Faith, none for me; except the north-east wind,[952] Which then blew bitterly against our faces,[953] Awaked the sleeping rheum, and so by chance[954] Did grace our hollow parting with a tear. _K. Rich._ What said our cousin when you parted with him?[955] 10