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Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)
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2495Scoena Tertia.
2496Enter Bullingbrooke, Percie, and other Lords.
2497Bul. Can no man tell of my vnthriftie Sonne?
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:
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2502For there (they say) he dayly doth frequent,
2505And rob our Watch, and beate our passengers,
2506Which he, yong wanton, and effeminate Boy
2507Takes on the point of Honor, to support
2508So dissolute a crew.
2510And told him of these Triumphes held at Oxford.
2513And from the common'st creature plucke a Gloue
2514And weare it as a fauour, and with that
2518May happily bring forth. But who comes heere?
2519Enter Aumerle.
2520Aum. Where is the King?
2522And lookes so wildely?
2524To haue some conference with your Grace alone.
2526What is the matter with our Cosin now?
2527Aum. For euer may my knees grow to the earth,
2528My tongue cleaue to my roofe within my mouth,
2530Bul. Intended, or committed was this fault?
2532To win thy after loue, I pardon thee.
2533Aum. Then giue me leaue, that I may turne the key,
2534That no man enter, till my tale be done.
2540to feare.
2543Open the doore, or I will breake it open.
2544Enter Yorke.
2546Tell vs how neere is danger,
2547That we may arme vs to encounter it.
2551I do repent me, reade not my name there,
2552My heart is not confederate with my hand.
2554I tore it from the Traitors bosome, King.
2555Feare, and not Loue, begets his penitence;
2556Forget to pitty him, least thy pitty proue
2559O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne:
2563Thy ouerflow of good, conuerts to bad,
2569Mine honor liues, when his dishonor dies,
2571Thou kill'st me in his life, giuing him breath,
2572The Traitor liues, the true man's put to death.
2573 Dutchesse within.
2576Dut. A woman, and thine Aunt (great King) 'tis I.
2577Speake with me, pitty me, open the dore,
2578A Begger begs, that neuer begg'd before.
2580And now chang'd to the Begger, and the King.
2581My dangerous Cosin, let your Mother in,
2586This let alone, will all the rest confound.
2587Enter Dutchesse.
2588Dut. O King, beleeue not this hard-hearted man,
2589Loue, louing not it selfe, none other can.
2591Shall thy old dugges, once more a Traitor reare?
2592Dut. Sweet Yorke be patient, heare me gentle Liege.
2595For euer will I kneele vpon my knees,
2597Till thou giue ioy: vntill thou bid me ioy,
2599Aum. Vnto my mothers prayres, I bend my knee.
2602His eyes do drop no teares: his prayres are in iest:
2603His words come from his mouth, ours from our brest.
2604He prayes but faintly, and would be denide,
2606His weary ioynts would gladly rise, I know,
2607Our knees shall kneele, till to the ground they grow:
2609Ours of true zeale, and deepe integritie:
2610Our prayers do out-pray his, then let them haue
2611That mercy, which true prayers ought to haue.
2615And if I were thy Nurse, thy tongue to teach,
2617I neuer long'd to heare a word till now:
2618Say Pardon (King,) let pitty teach thee how.
2620No word like Pardon, for Kings mouth's so meet.
2623Ah my sowre husband, my hard-hearted Lord,
2625Speake Pardon, as 'tis currant in our Land,
2628Or in thy pitteous heart, plant thou thine eare,
2629That hearing how our plaints and prayres do pearce,
2630Pitty may moue thee, Pardon to rehearse.
2633Pardon is all the suite I haue in hand.
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2635Dut. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee:
2636Yet am I sicke for feare: Speake it againe,
2637Twice saying Pardon, doth not pardon twaine,
2638But makes one pardon strong.
2639Bul. I pardon him with all my hart.
2640Dut. A God on earth thou art.
2644Good Vnckle helpe to order seuerall powres
2645To Oxford, or where ere these Traitors are:
2647But I will haue them, if I once know where.
2648Vnckle farewell, and Cosin adieu:
2649Your mother well hath praid, and proue you true.
2651 Exeunt.