23662189Enter Duke of Yorke and the Dutchesse. 23672190Du. My Lord, you told me you would tell the re
st,
23682191When weeping made you breake the
storie of
23692192Of our two cou
sins comming into London.
23722195Where rude mi
sgouerned hands from windowes tops,
23732196Threw du
st and rubbi
sh on king Richards head.
23742197Yorke Then (as I
said) the Duke great Bullingbrooke
23752198Mounted vpon a hote and
fierie
steede,
23762199Which his a
spiring rider
seemd to know,
23772200With
slow, but
stately pa
se kept on his cour
se,
23782201Whil
st all tongues cried, God
saue the Bullingbrooke,
23792202You would haue thought the very windows
spake:
23802203So many greedy lookes of yong and old
23812204Through ca
sements darted their de
siring eies
23822205Vpon his vi
sage, and that all the walles
23832206With painted imagery had
said at once,
23842207Ie
su pre
serue the welcome Bullingbrooke,
23852208Whil
st he from the one
side to the other turning
23862209Bare-headed, lower than his prowd
steedes necke
23872210Be
spake them thus; I thanke you countrymen:
23882211And thus
still doing, thus he pa
sst along.
23892212Du. Alac poore Richard, where rode he the whil
st?
23902213Yorke As in a Theater the eies of men,
23912214After a well-graced A
ctor leaues the
stage,
23922215Are ydly bent on him that enters next,
23932216Thinking his prattle to be tedious;
23942217Euen
so, or with much more contempt mens eies
23952218Did
scowle on gentle
Ric. no man cried, God
saue him,
23962219No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home,
23972220But du
st was throwen vpon his
sacred head:
23982221Which with
such gentle
sorrow he
shooke o
ff,
23992222His face
still combating with teares and
smiles,
24002223The badges of his griefe and patience,
24012224That had not God for
some
strong purpo
se
steeld
24022225The hearts of men, they mu
st perforce haue melted,
24032226And Barbari
sme it
selfe haue pittied him:
24042227But heauen hath a hand in the
se euents,
24052228To who
se high will we bound our calme contents
. 24062229To Bullingbrooke are we
sworne
subie
cts now,
24072230Who
se
state and honour I for ay allow.
24092231Du. Here comes my
sonne Aumerle.
24112233But that is lo
st, for being Richards friend:
24122234And Madam, you mu
st call him Rutland now:
24132235I am in parleament pledge for his truth
24142236And la
sting fealtie to the new made king.
24152237Du. Welcome my
sonne, who are the violets now
24162238That
strew the greene lap of the new come
spring.
24172239Au. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not,
24182240God knowes I had as leife be none as one.
24192241Yorke Well, beare you wel in this new
spring of time,
24202242Le
st you be cropt before you come to prime.
24212243What newes from Oxford, do the
se iu
sts & triumphs hold
? 24222244Aum. For aught I know (my Lord) they do.
24242246Aum. If God preuent not, I purpo
se
so.
24252247Yorke What
seale is that that hangs without thy bo
some?
24262248yea look
st thou pale
? let me
see the writing,
24282250Yorke No matter then who
see it,
24292251I will be
satis
fied, let me
see the writing.
24302252Aum. I do be
seech your grace to pardon me;
24312253It is a matter of
small con
sequence,
24322254Which for
some rea
sons I would not haue
seene
. 24332255Yorke Which for
some rea
sons
sir I meane to
see.
24362258Tis nothing but
some band that he is entred into
24372259For gay apparell gain
st the triumph day.
24382260Yorke Bound to him
selfe; what doth he with a bond
24392261That he is bound to. Wife, thou art a foole:
24412263Aum. I do be
seech you pardon me, I may not
shew it.
24422264Yorke I will be
satis
fied, let me
see it I
say
: 2265He pluckes it out of his bosome and reades it. 24432266Yorke Trea
son, foule trea
son, villaine, traitor,
slaue,
24452268Yorke Ho, who is within there
? saddle my hor
se,
24462269God
sor his mercy! what treachery is here?
24482271Yorke Giue me my bootes I
say,
saddle my hor
se,
24492272Now by mine honour, by my life, by my troth
24532276Du. I wil not peace, what is the matter Aumerle
? 24542277Au. Good mother be content, it is no more
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,
24922315I doubt not but to ride as fa
st as Yorke,
24932316And neuer will I ri
se vp from the ground,
24942317Till Bullingbroke haue pardoned thee: away, be gone.