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K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from
Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with me.
Go, count thy way with sighs; I, mine with groans.
And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief,
Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief.
One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part;
Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart. [They kiss.
That I may strive to kill it with a groan.
K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.
SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the DUKE OF
Enter YORK and his DUCHESS.
Duch. My lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off
Of our two cousins coming into London.
York. Where did I leave?
At that sad stop, my lord,
Where rude misgovern'd hands from windows' tops
Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,
With slow but stately pace kept on his course,
Through casements darted their desiring eyes
With painted imagery had said at once,
Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst?
Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
But heaven hath a hand in these events,
To whose high will we bound our calm contents.
Aumerle that was;
But that is lost for being Richard's friend,
And lasting fealty to the new-made king.
Duch. Welcome, my son: who are the violets now That strew the green lap of the new-come spring? Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not: God knows I had as lief be none as one.
York. Well, bear you well in this new spring of time, Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime.
What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs? Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do.
York. You will be there, I know.
Aum. If God prevent it not, I purpose so.
York. What seal is that that hangs without thy bosom? Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing. Aum. My lord, 'tis nothing.
No matter, then, who sees it.
I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.
Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me:
Which for some reasons I would not have seen.
What should you fear?
'Tis nothing but some bond that he is enter'd into For gay apparel against the triumph-day.
York. Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.
Boy, let me see the writing.
Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it. York. I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.
[Snatches it, and reads. Treason! foul treason!-villain! traitor! slave! Duch. What's the matter, my lord?
York. Ho! who 's within there?
Enter a Servant.
God for his mercy, what treachery is here!
Saddle my horse.
say; saddle my horse.
What's the matter?
York. Give me my boots, I
Now, by mine honour, by my life, my troth,
York. Peace, foolish woman.
Duch. I will not peace.-What is the matter, son?
Than my poor life must answer.
Thy life answer!
York. Bring me my boots :-I will unto the king.
Re-enter Servant with boots.
Duch. Strike him, Aumerle.-Poor boy, thou art amaz'd. Hence, villain! never more come in my sight. [To the Servant. York. Give me my boots, I say.
Duch. Why, York, what wilt thou do?
Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?
York. Thou fond mad woman,
Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy?
A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament,
To kill the king at Oxford.
He shall be none;
We'll keep him here: then what is that to him?
York. Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son I would appeach him.
But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect
And that he is a bastard, not thy son:
Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind:
Not like to me, nor any of my kin,
And yet I love him.
Make way, unruly woman!
Duch. After, Aumerle! mount thee upon his horse;
Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away, be gone!
A Room in the Castle.
Enter BOLINGBROKE as King, PERCY, and other Lords.
I would to God, my lords, he might be found:
Percy. My lord, some two days since I saw the prince, And told him of these triumphs held at Oxford.
Boling. And what said the gallant?
Percy. His answer was,-he would unto the stews,
He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.
Boling. As dissolute as desperate: yet through both
Which elder days may happily bring forth.—
Enter AUMERLE hastily.
Where is the king?
Our cousin, that he stares and looks so wildly?
Aum. God save your grace! I do beseech your majesty, To have some conference with your grace alone.
Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.
[Exeunt PERCY and Lords.
What is the matter with our cousin now?
Aum. For ever may my knees grow to the earth, [Kneels. My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth,
Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak.
Boling. Intended or committed was this fault?
If but the first, how heinous e'er it be,
To win thy after-love I pardon thee.
Aum. Then give me leave that I may turn the key,
That no man enter till my tale be done.
Boling. Have thy desire.
[AUMERLE locks the door.
York. [within.] My liege, beware; look to thyself;
Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.
Boling. Villain, I'll make thee safe.
Thou hast no cause to fear.
York. [within.] Open the door, secure, foolhardy king: Shall I, for love, speak treason to thy face?
Open the door, or I will break it open.
[BOLING. opens the door and locks it again.
Boling. What is the matter, uncle? speak; Recover breath; tell us how near is danger,
That we may arm us to encounter it.
York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know
The treason that my haste forbids me show.
Aum. Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise pass'd: