Act 1 - Scene 4
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. 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. 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 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. 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; 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, 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;' 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, 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, 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
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