HENRY BOLINGBROKE O, who can hold a fire in his hand
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or wallow naked in December snow
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
O, no! the apprehension of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:
Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more
Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore.
JOHN OF GAUNT Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way:
Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay.
HENRY 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]
KING RICHARD II
ACT I
SCENE IV 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.
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