Gaunt. Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry:
As much good stay with thee as go with me!
Duch. Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls,[798]
Not with the empty hollowness, but weight:[799]
I take my leave before I have begun,60
For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York.[800]
Lo, this is all:—nay, yet depart not so;
Though this be all, do not so quickly go;
I shall remember more. Bid him—ah, what?—[801]65
With all good speed at Plashy visit me.[802]
Alack, and what shall good old York there see[803]
But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,
Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?
And what hear there for welcome but my groans?[804]70
Therefore commend me; let him not come there,
To seek out sorrow that dwells every where.[805]
Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die:[806]
The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. [Exeunt.
Scene III. The lists at Coventry.
Enter the Lord Marshal and the Duke of Aumerle.[807]
Mar. My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?[808]
Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.
Mar. The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,[809]
Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.[810]
Aum. Why, then, the champions are prepared and stay5
For nothing but his majesty's approach.
The trumpets sound, and the King enters with his nobles, Gaunt, Bushy, Bagot, Green, and others. When they are set, enter Mowbray in arms, defendant, with a Herald.[811]