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ACT V - SCENE II. The DUKE OF YORK's palace.
Enter DUKE OF YORK and DUCHESS OF YORK

DUCHESS OF YORK
1    My lord, you told me you would tell the rest,
2    When weeping made you break the story off,
3    of our two cousins coming into London.
DUKE OF YORK
4    Where did I leave?
DUCHESS OF YORK
5    At that sad stop, my lord,
6    Where rude misgovern'd hands from windows' tops
7    Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.
DUKE OF YORK
8    Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke,
9    Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed
10   Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,
11   With slow but stately pace kept on his course,
12   Whilst all tongues cried 'God save thee,
13   Bolingbroke!'
14   You would have thought the very windows spake,
15   So many greedy looks of young and old
16   Through casements darted their desiring eyes
17   Upon his visage, and that all the walls
18   With painted imagery had said at once
19   'Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!'
20   Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning,
21   Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed's neck,
22   Bespake them thus: 'I thank you, countrymen:'
23   And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.
DUCHESS OF YORK
24   Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst?
DUKE OF YORK
25   As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
26   After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
27   Are idly bent on him that enters next,
28   Thinking his prattle to be tedious;
29   Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
30   Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!'
31   No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home:
32   But dust was thrown upon his sacred head:
33   Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,
34   His face still combating with tears and smiles,
35   The badges of his grief and patience,
36   That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd
37   The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted
38   And barbarism itself have pitied him.
39   But heaven hath a hand in these events,
40   To whose high will we bound our calm contents.
41   To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now,
42   Whose state and honour I for aye allow.
DUCHESS OF YORK
43   Here comes my son Aumerle.
DUKE OF YORK
44   Aumerle that was;
45   But that is lost for being Richard's friend,
46   And, madam, you must call him Rutland now:
47   I am in parliament pledge for his truth
48   And lasting fealty to the new-made king.
Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE

DUCHESS OF YORK
49   Welcome, my son: who are the violets now
50   That strew the green lap of the new come spring?
DUKE OF AUMERLE
51   Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not:
52   God knows I had as lief be none as one.
DUKE OF YORK
53   Well, bear you well in this new spring of time,
54   Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime.
55   What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs?
DUKE OF AUMERLE
56   For aught I know, my lord, they do.
DUKE OF YORK
57   You will be there, I know.
DUKE OF AUMERLE
58   If God prevent not, I purpose so.
DUKE OF YORK
59   What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom?
60   Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing.
DUKE OF AUMERLE
61   My lord, 'tis nothing.
DUKE OF YORK
62   No matter, then, who see it;
63   I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.
DUKE OF AUMERLE
64   I do beseech your grace to pardon me:
65   It is a matter of small consequence,
66   Which for some reasons I would not have seen.
DUKE OF YORK
67   Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see.
68   I fear, I fear,--
DUCHESS OF YORK
69   What should you fear?
70   'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into
71   For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day.
DUKE OF YORK
72   Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond
73   That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.
74   Boy, let me see the writing.
DUKE OF AUMERLE
75   I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.
DUKE OF YORK
76   I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.
He plucks it out of his bosom and reads it
77   Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave!
DUCHESS OF YORK
78   What is the matter, my lord?
DUKE OF YORK
79   Ho! who is within there?
Enter a Servant
80   Saddle my horse.
81   God for his mercy, what treachery is here!
DUCHESS OF YORK
82   Why, what is it, my lord?
DUKE OF YORK
83   Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse.
84   Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth,
85   I will appeach the villain.
DUCHESS OF YORK
86   What is the matter?
DUKE OF YORK
87   Peace, foolish woman.
DUCHESS OF YORK
88   I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle.
DUKE OF AUMERLE
89   Good mother, be content; it is no more
90   Than my poor life must answer.
DUCHESS OF YORK
91   Thy life answer!
DUKE OF YORK
92   Bring me my boots: I will unto the king.
Re-enter Servant with boots

DUCHESS OF YORK
93   Strike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, thou art amazed.
94   Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.
DUKE OF YORK
95   Give me my boots, I say.
DUCHESS OF YORK
96   Why, York, what wilt thou do?
97   Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?
98   Have we more sons? or are we like to have?
99   Is not my teeming date drunk up with time?
100  And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age,
101  And rob me of a happy mother's name?
102  Is he not like thee? is he not thine own?
DUKE OF YORK
103  Thou fond mad woman,
104  Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy?
105  A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament,
106  And interchangeably set down their hands,
107  To kill the king at Oxford.
DUCHESS OF YORK
108  He shall be none;
109  We'll keep him here: then what is that to him?
DUKE OF YORK
110  Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son,
111  I would appeach him.
DUCHESS OF YORK
112  Hadst thou groan'd for him
113  As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful.
114  But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect
115  That I have been disloyal to thy bed,
116  And that he is a bastard, not thy son:
117  Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind:
118  He is as like thee as a man may be,
119  Not like to me, or any of my kin,
120  And yet I love him.
DUKE OF YORK
121  Make way, unruly woman!
Exit

DUCHESS OF YORK
122  After, Aumerle! mount thee upon his horse;
123  Spur post, and get before him to the king,
124  And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.
125  I'll not be long behind; though I be old,
126  I doubt not but to ride as fast as York:
127  And never will I rise up from the ground
128  Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away, be gone!
Exeunt

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Scene Index
ACT I
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV


  • ACT II
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV


  • ACT III
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV


  • ACT IV
  • SCENE I


  • ACT V
  • SCENE I
  • SCENE II
  • SCENE III
  • SCENE IV
  • SCENE V
  • SCENE VI

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