24552278Then my poore life mu
st an
swere
. 24582280yor. Bring me my bootes, I will vnto
the King.
24592282Du. Strike him Aumerle, poore boy thou art amazd,
24602283Hence vilaine neuer more come in my
sight.
24622285Du. Why Yorke what wilt thou doe
? 24632286Wilt thou not hide the tre
spa
sse of thine owne?
24642287Haue we more
sons? or are we like to haue?
24652288Is not my teeming date drunke vp with time?
24662289And wilt thou plucke my faire
sonne from mine age
? 24672290And rob me of a happie mothers name,
24682291Is he not like the
? is he not thine owne?
24702293Wilt thou conceale this darke con
spiracie?
24712294A doozen of them here haue tane the
sacrament,
24722295And interchaungeably
set downe there hands,
24742297Du. He
shal be none, weele keepe him heere,
24762299Yor. Away fond woman, were he twentie times my
sonne,
24782301Du. Had
st thou groand for him as I haue done,
24792302Thou would
st bee more pittifull.
24802303But nowe I knowe rhy minde, thou doe
st su
spe
ct 24812304That I haue been di
sloiall to thy bed,
24822305And that he is a ba
stard, not thy
sonne:
24832306Sweete Yorke,
sweete husband, be not of that mind,
24842307He is as like thee as a man may be,
24852308Not like to me, or any of my kinne,
24872310Yor. Make way vnrulie woman.
Exit. 24882311Du. After Aumerle: mount thee vpon his hor
se,
24892312Spur, po
st, and get before him to the King,
24902313And beg thy pardon ere he do accu
se thee,
24912314Ile not be long behind, though I be old,
I
I