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DUCHESS OF YORK: |
After, Aumerle! mount thee upon his horse; |
Spur post, and get before him to the king, |
And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee. |
I'll not be long behind; though I be old, |
I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: |
And never will I rise up from the ground |
Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away, be gone! |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
Can no man tell me of my unthrifty son? |
'Tis full three months since I did see him last; |
If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. |
I would to God, my lords, he might be found: |
Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there, |
For there, they say, he daily doth frequent, |
With unrestrained loose companions, |
Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, |
And beat our watch, and rob our passengers; |
Which he, young wanton and effeminate boy, |
Takes on the point of honour to support |
So dissolute a crew. |
HENRY PERCY: |
My lord, some two days since I saw the prince, |
And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
And what said the gallant? |
HENRY PERCY: |
His answer was, he would unto the stews, |
And from the common'st creature pluck a glove, |
And wear it as a favour; and with that |
He would unhorse the lustiest challenger. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
As dissolute as desperate; yet through both |
I see some sparks of better hope, which elder years |
May happily bring forth. But who comes here? |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: |
Where is the king? |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
What means our cousin, that he stares and looks |
So wildly? |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: |
God save your grace! I do beseech your majesty, |
To have some conference with your grace alone. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone. |
What is the matter with our cousin now? |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: |
For ever may my knees grow to the earth, |
My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth |
Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
Intended or committed was this fault? |
If on the first, how heinous e'er it be, |
To win thy after-love I pardon thee. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: |
Then give me leave that I may turn the key, |
That no man enter till my tale be done. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
Have thy desire. |
DUKE OF YORK: |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
Villain, I'll make thee safe. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: |
Stay thy revengeful hand; thou hast no cause to fear. |
DUKE OF YORK: |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: |
What is the matter, uncle? speak; |
Recover breath; tell us how near is danger, |
That we may arm us to encounter it. |
DUKE OF YORK: |
Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know |
The treason that my haste forbids me show. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: |
Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise pass'd: |
I do repent me; read not my name there |
My heart is not confederate with my hand. |
DUKE OF YORK: |
It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down. |
I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king; |
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