2374Yorke. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bullingbrooke,

2375Mounted vpon a hot and fierie Steed,

2376Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know,

2377With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course:

2378While all tongues cride, God saue thee Bullingbrooke.

2379You would haue thought the very windowes spake,

2380So many greedy lookes of yong and old,

2381Through Casements darted their desiring eyes

2382Vpon his visage: and that all the walles,

2383With painted Imagery had said at once,

2384Iesu preserue thee, welcom Bullingbrooke.

2385Whil'st he, from one side to the other turning,

2386Bare-headed, lower then his proud Steeds necke,

2387Bespake them thus: I thanke you Countrimen:

2388And thus still doing, thus he past along.

2389Dutch. Alas poore Richard, where rides he the whilst?

2390Yorke. As in a Theater, the eyes of men

2391After a well grac'd Actor leaues the Stage,

2392Are idlely bent on him that enters next,

2393Thinking his prattle to be tedious:

2394Euen so, or with much more contempt, mens eyes

2395Did scowle on Richard: no man cride, God saue him:

2396No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home,

2397But dust was throwne vpon his Sacred head,

2398Which with such gentle sorrow he shooke off,

2399His face still combating with teares and smiles

2400(The badges of his greefe and patience)

2401That had not God (for some strong purpose) steel'd

2402The hearts of men, they must perforce haue melted,

2403And Barbarisme it selfe haue pittied him.

2404But heauen hath a hand in these euents,

2405To whose high will we bound our calme contents.

2406To Bullingbrooke, are we sworne Subiects now,

2407Whose State, and Honor, I for aye allow.

2409Dut. Heere comes my sonne Aumerle.

2410Yor. Aumerle that was,

2411But that is lost, for being Richards Friend.

2412And Madam, you must call him Rutland now:

2413I am in Parliament pledge for his truth,

2414And lasting fealtie to the new-made King.

2415Dut. Welcome my sonne: who are the Violets now,

2416That strew the greene lap of the new-come Spring?

2417Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not,

2418God knowes, I had as liefe be none, as one.

2419Yorke. Well, beare you well in this new-spring of time

2420Least you be cropt before you come to prime.

2421What newes from Oxford? Hold those Iusts & Triumphs?

2422Aum. For ought I know my Lord, they do.

2423Yorke. You will be there I know.

2424Aum. If God preuent not, I purpose so.

2425Yor. What Seale is that that hangs without thy bosom?

2426Yea, look'st thou pale? Let me see the Writing.

2427Aum. My Lord, 'tis nothing.

2428Yorke. No matter then who sees it,

2429I will be satisfied, let me see the Writing.

2430Aum. I do beseech your Grace to pardon me,

2431It is a matter of small consequence,

2432Which for some reasons I would not haue seene.

2433Yorke. Which for some reasons sir, I meane to see:

2434I feare, I feare.

2435Dut. What should you feare?

2436'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into

2437For gay apparrell, against the Triumph.

2438Yorke. Bound to himselfe? What doth he with a Bond

2439That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a foole.

2440Boy, let me see the Writing.

2441Aum. I do beseech you pardon me, I may not shew it.

2442Yor. I will be satisfied: let me see it I say. Snatches it

2443Treason, foule Treason, Villaine, Traitor, Slaue.

2444Dut. What's the matter, my Lord?

2445Yorke. Hoa, who's within there? Saddle my horse.

2446Heauen for his mercy: what treachery is heere?

2447Dut. Why, what is't my Lord?

2448Yorke. Giue me my boots, I say: Saddle my horse:

2449Now by my Honor, my life, my troth,

2450I will appeach the Villaine.

2451Dut. What is the matter?

2452Yorke. Peace foolish Woman.

2453Dut. I will not peace. What is the matter Sonne?

2454Aum. Good Mother be content, it is no more

2455Then my poore life must answer.

2456Dut. Thy life answer?

2458Yor. Bring me my Boots, I will vnto the King.

2459Dut. Strike him Aumerle. Poore boy, y^u art amaz'd,

2460Hence Villaine, neuer more come in my sight.

2461Yor. Giue me my Boots, I say.

2462Dut. Why Yorke, what wilt thou do?

2463Wilt thou not hide the Trespasse of thine owne?

2464Haue we more Sonnes? Or are we like to haue?

2465Is not my teeming date drunke vp with time?

2466And wilt thou plucke my faire Sonne from mine Age,

2467And rob me of a happy Mothers name?

2468Is he not like thee? Is he not thine owne?

2469Yor. Thou fond mad woman:

2470Wilt thou conceale this darke Conspiracy?

2471A dozen of them heere haue tane the Sacrament,

2472And interchangeably set downe their hands

2473To kill the King at Oxford.

2474Dut. He shall be none:

2475Wee'l keepe him heere: then what is that to him?

2476Yor. Away fond woman: were hee twenty times my

2477Son, I would appeach him.

2478Dut. Hadst thou groan'd for him as I haue done,

2479Thou wouldest be more pittifull:

2480But now I know thy minde; thou do'st suspect

2481That I haue bene disloyall to thy bed,

2482And that he is a Bastard, not thy Sonne:

2483Sweet Yorke, sweet husband, be not of that minde:

2484He is as like thee, as a man may bee,

2485Not like to me, nor any of my Kin,

2486And yet I loue him.

2487Yorke. Make way, vnruly Woman. Exit

2488Dut. After Aumerle. Mount thee vpon his horse,

2489Spurre post, and get before him to the King,

2490And begge thy pardon, ere he do accuse thee,

2491Ile not be long behind: though I be old,

2492I doubt not but to ride as fast as Yorke:

2493And neuer will I rise vp from the ground,

2494Till Bullingbrooke haue pardon'd thee: Away be gone. Exit

2497Bul. Can no man tell of my vnthriftie Sonne?

2498'Tis full three monthes since I did see him last.

2499If any plague hang ouer vs, 'tis he,

2500I would to heauen (my Lords) he might be found:

2501Enquire at London, 'mongst the Tauernes there: