24552278Then my poore life must answere.

24562279Du. Thy life answere?

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.

24612284Yor. Giue me my bootes I say.

24622285Du. Why Yorke what wilt thou doe?

24632286Wilt thou not hide the trespasse 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?

24692292Yor. Thou fond mad woman,

24702293Wilt thou conceale this darke conspiracie?

24712294A doozen of them here haue tane the sacrament,

24722295And interchaungeably set downe there hands,

24732296To kill the king at Oxford.

24742297Du. He shal be none, weele keepe him heere,

24752298Then what is that to him?

24762299Yor. Away fond woman, were he twentie times my sonne,

24772300I would appeach him.

24782301Du. Hadst thou groand for him as I haue done,

24792302Thou wouldst bee more pittifull.

24802303But nowe I knowe rhy minde, thou doest suspect

24812304That I haue been disloiall to thy bed,

24822305And that he is a bastard, 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,

24862309And yet I loue him.

24872310Yor. Make way vnrulie woman. Exit.

24882311Du. After Aumerle: mount thee vpon his horse,

24892312Spur, post, and get before him to the King,

24902313And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee,

24912314Ile not be long behind, though I be old,