Gaunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.
Boling. Joy absent, grief is present for that time.
Gaunt. What is six winters? they are quickly gone. 260
Boling. To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.
Gaunt. Call it a travel that thou tak'st for pleasure.
Boling. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so,
Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage. 264
Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy weary steps
Esteem as wherein thou art to set
The precious jewel of thy home return.
Boling. Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make 268
Will but me what a deal of world
I wander from the jewels that I love.
Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
To foreign , and in the end, 272
Having my freedom, boast of nothing else
But that I was a to grief?
Gaunt. All places that the eye of heaven visits
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. 276
Teach thy necessity to reason thus;
There is no virtue like necessity.
Think not the king did banish thee,
But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit, 280
Where it perceives it is but borne.
Go, say I sent thee forth to honour,
And not the king exil'd thee; or suppose
Devouring pestilence hangs in our air, 284