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The DUKE OF YORK's palace.
[Enter DUKE OF YORK and DUCHESS OF YORK]
DUCHESS OF YORK
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My lord,| you told | me you | would tell | the rest,
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When weep|ing made | you break | the sto|ry off,
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Of our two | cousins | coming | into | London.
DUKE OF YORK
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Where did | I leave?
DUCHESS OF YORK
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At that / sad stop,| my lord,
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Where rude | misgov|erned hands,| from wind|ows'
tops,
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Threw* dust | and rub|bish on / King Rich|ard's
head.
DUKE OF YORK
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Then, as | I said,| the duke,|
great^Bol|ingbroke,
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Mounted | upon | a hot | and fie|ry steed,
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Which his | aspir|ing rid|er seemed | to know,
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With slow,| but state|ly pace,| kept on | his
course:
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While^all tongues cried,| God* save | thee
Bol|ingbroke.
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You would | have thought | the ve|ry wind|ows
spake,
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So ma|ny gree|dy looks | of young | and old,
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Through case|ments dart|ed their | desir|ing eyes
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Upon | his vis|age: and | that all | the walls,
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With paint|ed im|agery | had said | at once,
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Jesu | preserve | thee, wel|come Bol|ingbroke.
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Whilst he,| from the one | side to the | other |
turning,
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Bareheaded, low//er than his | proud steed's
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Bespake | them thus:| I thank | you count|rymen:
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And thus | still do|ing, thus | he passed |
along.
DUCHESS OF YORK
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Alas | poor^Rich|ard, where | rides he | the
whilst?
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As in | a the|ater,| the eyes | of men
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After a | well-graced ac|tor leaves | the stage,
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Are id|ly bent | on him | that ent|ers next,
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Thinking | his prat|tle to | be ted|ious:
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Even so,/ or with | much^more | contempt,| men's^eyes
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Did scowl | on Rich|ard: no | man* cried,| God*
save him:
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No joy|ful tongue | gave him | his wel|come home,
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But dust | was thrown | upon | his sac|red head,
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Which^with | such^gent|le sor|row he / shook off,
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His face | still com|bating | with tears | and
smiles
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(The bad|ges of | his grief | and pat|ience)
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That had | not God |(for some*/ strong
pur|pose) steeled
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The hearts | of men,| they must^per|force have |
melted, ??
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And bar|bari|sm itself | have pit|ied him.
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But heav|en hath | a hand | in these | events,
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To whose high will | we bound | our calm |
contents.
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To Bol|ingbroke,| are we / sworn sub|jects* now,
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Whose state,| and hon|or, I | for aye | allow.
DUCHESS OF YORK
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Here comes | my son | Aumerle.
DUKE OF YORK
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Aumerle | that was,
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But that | is lost,| for be|ing Rich|ard's
friend.
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And mad|am, you | must call him Rut|land now:
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I am | in parl|iament | pledge for | his truth,
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And last|ing feal|ty to the // new-made king.
[Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE]
DUCHESS OF YORK
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Welcome | my son:| who are | the vi|olets now,
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That strew | the green | lap of the | new come
spring?
DUKE OF AUMERLE
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Madam,| I know | not, nor I | greatly | care not,
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God^knows,| I had | as lief | be none,| as one.
DUKE OF YORK
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Well, bear | you well | in this / new spring | of
time
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Lest you | be cropped | before | you come | to
prime.
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What news | from Ox|ford? Hold | those justs |
and tri||umphs?
DUKE OF AUMERLE
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For aught | I know,| my lord,| they do.
DUKE OF YORK
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You will | be there,| I know. \\
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If God | prevent | not, I | purpose | so.
DUKE OF YORK
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What seal | is that | that hangs | without | thy
bosom?
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Yea, lookst thou | pale? Let me | see the |
writing.
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My lord,| 'tis noth|ing.
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No mat|ter then | who sees it,
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I will | be sat|isfied,| let me see | the
writ||ing.
DUKE OF AUMERLE
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I do | beseech | your grace | to pard|on me,
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It is | a mat|ter of / small cons|equence,
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Which for | some reas/ons I would | not have
seen.
DUKE OF YORK
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Which for | some reas/ons sir,| I mean | to see.
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I fear,| I fear.
DUCHESS OF YORK
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What should | you fear?
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'Tis noth||ing but some | bond, that | he is |
entered | into
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For gay | apparel,| against | the tri|umph.
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DUKE OF YORK
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Bound to | himself?| What doth | he with | a bond
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That he | is bound | to? Wife,| thou art | a
fool.
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Boy, let me | see the | writing.
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I do || beseech | you pard|on me,| I may | not show it.
DUKE OF YORK
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I will | be sat|isfied:| let me see it | I say.
[He plucks it out of his bosom and reads it]
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Treason,| foul treason*, vil|lain, trait|or,
slave.
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What's the | matter,| my lord? \\
DUKE OF YORK
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Ho,| who's with|in there? Saddle | my horse.
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Heaven for | his mer|cy: what | treachery | is here?
DUCHESS OF YORK
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Why, what is it | my lord? \\
DUKE OF YORK
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Give me | my boots,| I say:| saddle | my horse:
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Now by my | honor,| my life,| my troth,
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I will ap|peach the | villain.
DUCHESS OF YORK
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What is the | matter?
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Peace | foolish | woman. \\
DUCHESS OF YORK
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I will / not peace.| What is | the mat|ter son?
DUKE OF AUMERLE
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Good moth|er be | content,| it is | no more
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Than my poor | life must | answer.
DUCHESS OF YORK
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Thy life | answer?
DUKE OF YORK
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Bring me | my boots,| I will | unto | the king.
[Enter Servant with boots]
DUCHESS OF YORK
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Strike him | Aumerle.| Poor* boy,| thou art |
amazed,
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Hence vil/lain, nev|er more | come in | my sight.
DUKE OF YORK
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Give me | my boots,| I say.
DUCHESS OF YORK
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Why York,| what wilt | thou do? (tri
with prev)
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Wilt thou | not hide | the tres|pass^of |
thine^own?
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Have we | more* sons?| Or are | we like | to
have?
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Is not | my teem|ing date | drunk^up | with time?
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And wilt | thou pluck | my fair | son from |
mine^age,
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And rob | me of | a hap|py moth|er's name?
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Is he | not like thee?| Is he not || thine^own?
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Thou fond mad | woman: \\
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Wilt thou | conceal | this dark | conspir|acy?
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A dozen | of them here | have tane | the
sac|rament,
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And int|erchange|ably / set down | their hands
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To kill | the king | at Ox|ford.
DUCHESS OF YORK
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He | shall be none:
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We'll keep | him here:| then what | is that | to
him?
DUKE OF YORK
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Away fond woman:| were he | twenty | times my
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Son, I / would ap|peach him. \\
DUCHESS OF YORK
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Hadst thou groaned | for him | as I | have done,
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Thou wouldst | be more | pitiful: \\
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But now | I know | thy mind;| thou dost | suspect
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That I | have been | disloy|al to | thy bed,
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And that | he is | a bast|ard, not | thy son:
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Sweet* York,| sweet* hus|band, be | not^of | that
mind:
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He is | as like | thee, as | a man | may be,
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Not like | to me,| nor an|y of my kin,
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And yet || I love | him.
DUKE OF YORK
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Make | way, un|ruly | woman.
[Exit]
DUCHESS OF YORK
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After | Aumerle.| Mount thee | upon | his horse,
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Spur post, and | get be|fore him | to the king,
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And beg | thy pard|on, ere | he do | accuse ||
thee,
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I'll | not be long | behind:| though I | be old,
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I doubt | not but | to ride | as fast | as York:
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And never | will I rise | up from the | ground,
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Till || Boling|broke have | pardoned thee:|
Away | be gone.
[Exeunt]