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