Enter Bushy.
Bushy, what news?
Bushy. Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my lord,
Suddenly taken, and hath sent post-haste
To entreat your majesty to visit him. 56
K. Rich. Where lies he?
Bushy. At Ely House.
K. Rich. Now, put it, God, in his physician's mind
To help him to his grave immediately! 60
The lining of his coffers shall make coats
To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.
Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him:
Pray God we may make haste, and come too late. 64
[All.] Amen. Exeunt.
ACT SECOND
Scene One
[London. An Apartment in Ely House]
Enter Gaunt, sick, with York.
Gaunt. Will the king come, that I may breathe my last
In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth?
York. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath;
For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. 4
Gaunt. O! but they say the tongues of dying men
Enforce attention like deep harmony:
2 unstaid: uncontrolled; cf. n.
