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GAUNT

Come, come, my son, I’ll bring thee on thy way.
Had I thy youth and cause I would not stay. [305]

BOLINGBROKE

Then, England’s ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu,
My mother and my nurse that bears me yet!
Where’er I wander, boast of this I can:
Though banish’d, yet a trueborn Englishman!

Exeunt.

Scene IV IT

Enter the King with Bagot and Green at one door, and the Lord Aumerle
at another.

RICHARD

We did observe. Cousin Aumerle,
How far brought you high Hereford on his way?

AUMERLE

I brought high Hereford, if you call him so,
But to the next highway; and there I left him.

RICHARD

And say, what store of parting tears were shed? [5]

AUMERLE

Faith, none for me, except the north-east wind,
Which then blew bitterly against our faces,
Awak’d the sleeping rheum, and so by chance
Did grace our hollow parting with a tear.

RICHARD

What said our cousin when you parted with him? [10]

AUMERLE

“Farewell” -
And, for my heart disdainèd that my tongue