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If any plague hang over us, 'tis he.
Percy. My Lord, fome 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,
Boling. As dissolute as desp'rate ; yet thro' both
Boling. What means our cousin, that he stares,
Ma. To have some conf'rence with your Grace alone. (jesty Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.
[Ex. 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 keys That no man enter till the tale be done. Boling. Have thy defire.
[York within. York. My Liege, beware, look to thyself, Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.
Boling. Villain, I'll make thee fafe.
SCENE VII. Enter York.
[breath : That we may arm us to encounter it.
York. Peruse this writing here, and thou snalt know The treason that my haite forbids me show.
Aum. Remember as thou read'st, thy promise palt:
York. Villain, it was ere thy hand let it down.
Boling: O heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy
York. So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd, And he shall spend mine honour with his shame As thriftless fons their scraping father's gold. Mine honour lives, when his dishonour dies :
sham'd life in his dishonour lies: Thou kill'ft me in his life ; giving him breath, The traitor lives, the true man's put to death.
[Duchess within Duch. What ho, my Liege! for Heav'n's fake let
me in. Boling. What shrill-voiced suppliant makes this ea
ger cry? Duch. A woman, and thine aunt, great King, 'tis 1.
Speak with me, pity me, open the door ;
Boling. My dang’rous cousin, let your mother in;
your foul sin.
SCENE VIII. Enter Duchess.
York. Thou frantic woman, what dolt thou do here?
[Kneels, Boling. Rise up, good aunt.
Duch. Not yet, I thee beseech ;
[Kneels, York. Against them both my true joints bended be.
[Kneels. Ill may'st thou thrive, if thou grant any grace !
Duch. Pleads he in earnest ? look upon his face ?
never begg'd before.
Boling. Good aunt, stand up.
Duch. Nay, do not say, Stand up,
Boling. Good aunt, stand up.
Duch. I do not fue to stand, Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.
Boling. I pardon him, as Heav’n shall pardon me,
Duch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee !
Boling. With all my heart
Boling. But for our trusty-brother-in-law,--the Ab-
pardon strong. The word is short, but not so short as sweet; No word like pardon for Kings' mouths so meet.
York. Speak it in French, King; say, Pardonnez moy.
Duck. Do:t thou teach pardon, pardon to destroy ?
Beling. With all, &c.
SCENE IX. Enter Exton and a Servant. Exton. Didst thou not mark the King, what words
he spake? " Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear ? Was it not so ?
Serv. Those were his very words.
Exton. “ Have I no friend?-quoth he; he fpake And urge'd it twice together ; did he not ? [it twice,
Serv: He did.
Exton. And fpeaking it, he wiftly lookid on me, As who shall say,-I would thou wert the man, That would divorce this terror from my heart; Meaning the King at Pomfret. Come, let's go : I am the King's friend, and will rid his foe. [Exeunt.
Changes to the prison at Pomfret castle.
Enter King Richard.
And here is not a creature but myself,
My soul, the father ; and these two beget • A generation of still breeding thoughts; • And these fame thoughts people this little world; • In humour, like the people of this world, • For no thought is contented. The better fort (As thoughts of things divine) are intermix'd With fcruples, and do set the word itself Against the word; as thus, Come, little ones; and then It is as hard to come, as for a camel
[again, To thread the postern of a needle's eye. Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot Unlikely wonders ; how these vain weak nails May tear a passage through the flinty ribs“ Of this hard world, my ragged prison-walls : And, for they cannot, die in their own pride. Vol. IV.