¶Yorke Well, beare you wel in this new
spring of time,
2420Le
st you be cropt before you come to prime.
¶What newes from Oxford, do the
se iu
sts & triumphs hold
?
¶Aum. For aught I know (my Lord) they do.
¶Yorke you will be there I know.
¶Aum. If God preuent not, I purpo
se
so.
2425Yorke What
seale is that that hangs without thy bo
some?
¶yea look
st thou pale
? let me
see the writing,
¶Aum. My Lord, tis nothing.
¶Yorke No matter then who
see it,
¶I will be
satisfied, let me
see the writing.
2430Aum. I do be
seech your grace to pardon me;
¶It is a matter of
small con
sequence,
¶Which for
some rea
sons I would not haue
seene
.
¶Yorke Which for
some rea
sons
sir I meane to
see.
2435Du. What
should you feare?
¶Tis nothing but
some band that he is entred into
¶For gay apparell gain
st the triumph day.
¶Yorke Bound to him
selfe; what doth he with a bond
¶That he is bound to. Wife, thou art a foole:
2440Boy, let me
see the writing.
¶Aum. I do be
seech you pardon me, I may not
shew it.
¶Yorke I will be
satisfied, let me
see it I
say
:
He pluckes it out of his bosome and reades it.
¶Yorke Trea
son, foule trea
son, villaine, traitor,
slaue,
¶Du. What is the matter my lord?
2445Yorke Ho, who is within there
? saddle my hor
se,
¶God
sor his mercy! what treachery is here?
¶Du. Why what is it my Lord
?
¶Yorke Giue me my bootes I
say,
saddle my hor
se,
¶Now by mine honour, by my life, by my troth
2450I will appeach the villaine.
¶Yorke Peace fooli
sh woman.
¶Du. I wil not peace, what is the matter Aumerle
?
¶Au. Good mother be content, it is no more
