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SCENE 2。 The DUKE OF YORK's palace
Enter the DUKE OF YORK and the DUCHESS
DUCHESS。 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？ DUCHESS。 At that sad stop； my lord；
Where rude misgoverned hands from windows' tops Threw dust and
rubbish on King Richard's head。 YORK。 Then； as I said； the Duke； great
Bolingbroke； Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed Which his aspiring rider
seem'd to know； With slow but stately pace kept on his course； Whilst all
tongues cried 'God save thee； Bolingbroke！' You would have thought the
very windows spake； So many greedy looks of young and old Through
casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage； and that all the walls
With painted imagery had said at once 'Jesu preserve thee！ Welcome；
Bolingbroke！' Whilst he； from the one side to the other turning；
Bareheaded； lower than his proud steed's neck； Bespake them thus； 'I
thank you； countrymen。' And thus still doing； thus he pass'd along。
DUCHESS。 Alack； poor Richard！ where rode he the whilst？ YORK。 As in
a theatre the eyes of men After a well…grac'd actor leaves the stage Are idly
bent on him that enters next； Thinking his prattle to be tedious； Even so； or
with much more contempt； men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard； no
man cried 'God save him！' No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home；
But dust was thrown upon his sacred head； Which with such gentle sorrow
he shook off； His face still combating with tears and smiles； The badges of
his grief and patience； That had not God； for some strong purpose； steel'd
The hearts of men； they must perforce have melted； And barbarism itself
have pitied him。 But heaven hath a hand in these events； To whose high
will we bound our calm contents。 To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects
now； Whose state and honour I for aye allow。 DUCHESS。 Here comes my
son Aumerle。 YORK。 Aumerle that was But that is lost for being Richard's
friend； And madam； you must call him Rudand now。 I am in Parliament
pledge for his truth And lasting fealty to the new…made king。
Enter AUMERLE
DUCHESS。 Welcome； my son。 Who are the violets now That strew
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the green lap of the new come spring？ AUMERLE。 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？ Do these justs and triumphs
hold？ AUMERLE。 For aught I know； my lord； they do。 YORK。 You will
be there； I know。 AUMERLE。 If God prevent not； I purpose so。 YORK。
What seal is that that without thy bosom？ Yea； look'st thou pale？ Let me
see the writing。 AUMERLE。 My lord； 'tis nothing。 YORK。 No matter； then；
who see it。 I will be satisfied； let me see the writing。 AUMERLE。 I do
beseech your Grace to pardon me； It is a matter of small consequence
Which for some reasons I would not have seen。 YORK。 Which for some
reasons； sir； I mean to see。 I fear； I fear… DUCHESS。 What should you fear？
'Tis nothing but some bond that he is ent'red into For gay apparel 'gainst
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。
AUMERLE。 I do beseech you； pardon me； I may not show it。 YORK。 I
will be satisfied； let me see it； I say。 ＇He plucks it out of his bosom； and
reads it＇ Treason； foul treason！ Villain！ traitor！ slave！ DUCHESS。 What is
the matter； my lord？ YORK。 Ho！ who is within there？
Enter a servant
Saddle my horse。 God for his mercy； what treachery is here！
DUCHESS。 Why； York； what is it； my lord？ YORK。 Give me my boots； I
say； saddle my horse。 Exit servant Now； by mine honour； by my life； my
troth； I will appeach the villain。 DUCHESS。 What is the matter？ YORK。
Peace； foolish woman。 DUCHESS。 I will not peace。 What is the matter；
Aumerle？ AUMERLE。 Good mother； be content； it is no more Than my
poor life must answer。 DUCHESS。 Thy life answer！ YORK。 Bring me my
boots。 I will unto the King。
His man enters with his boots
DUCHESS。 Strike him； Aumerle。 Poor boy； thou art amaz'd。 Hence；
villain！ never more come in my sight。 YORK。 Give me my boots； I say。
DUCHESS。 Why； York； what wilt thou do？ Wilt thou not hide the trespass
of thine own？ Have we more sons？ or are we like to have？ Is not my
teeming date drunk up with time？ And wilt thou pluck my fair son from
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mine age And rob me of a happy mother's name？ Is he not like thee？ Is he
not thine own？ YORK。 Thou fond mad woman； Wilt thou conceal this
dark conspiracy？ A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament； And
interchangeably set down their hands To kill the King at Oxford。
DUCHESS。 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。 DUCHESS。 Hadst thou groan'd for him As I have done； thou
wouldst be more pitiful。 But now I know thy mind： thou dost suspect That
I have been disloyal to thy bed And that he is a bastard； not thy son。 Sweet
York； sweet husband； be not of that mind。 He is as like thee as a man may
be Not like to me； or any of my kin； And yet I love him。 YORK。 Make
way； unruly woman！ Exit DUCHESS。 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。 Exeunt
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SCENE 3。 Windsor Castle
Enter BOLINGBROKE as King； PERCY； and other LORDS
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