_Aum._ 'Farewell:'[956] And, for my heart disdained that my tongue[956][957] Should so profane the word, that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such grief, That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave.[958] 15 Marry, would the word 'farewell' have lengthen'd hours[959] 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. _K. Rich._ He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt,[960] 20 When time shall call him home from banishment, Whether our kinsman come to see his friends.[961][962] Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green[962] Observed his courtship to the common people; How he did seem to dive into their hearts 25 With humble and familiar courtesy, What reverence he did throw away on slaves.[963] Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles[964] And patient underbearing of his fortune, As 'twere to banish their affects with him.[965] 30 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;' As were our England in reversion his, 35 And he our subjects' next degree in hope.[966] _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, Ere further leisure yield them further means[967] 40 For their advantage and your highness' loss. _K. Rich._ We will ourself in person to this war: And, for our coffers, with too great a court And liberal largess, are grown somewhat light, We are inforced to farm our royal realm; 45 The revenue whereof shall furnish us[968] For our affairs in hand: if that come short,[968][969] Our substitutes at home shall have blank charters; Whereto, when they shall know what men are rich, They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold 50 And send them after to supply our wants; For we will make for Ireland presently. _Enter_ BUSHY.[970] Bushy, what news?[970] _Bushy._ Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,[971] Suddenly taken; and hath sent post haste 55 To entreat your majesty to visit him. _K. Rich._ Where lies he?[972] _Bushy._ At Ely House.[973] _K. Rich._ Now put it, God, in the physician's mind[974][975] To help him to his grave immediately! 60 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![974]