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Duch. Welcome, my son: Who are the violets
now, That strew the green lap of the new-come spring? Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care
not: God knows, I had as lief be none, as one. York. Well, bear you well in this new spring of
time, Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime. What news from Oxford ? hold those justs and tri
Aum. My lord, 'tis nothing.
No matter then who sees it : I will be satisfied, let me see the writing.
Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me ;
York. Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see.
What should you fear? 'Tis nothing but some bond that he is enter'd into For gay apparel, 'gainst the triumph day. York. Bound to himself? what doth he with a
[Snatches it, and reads. Treason! foul treason !-villain! traitor! slave!
Duch. What is the matter, my lord?
vant.] Saddle my horse.
Duch. Why, what is it, my lord ?
Now by mine honour, by my life, my troth,
What's the matter?
-What is the matter,
Thy life answer
Re-enter Servant, with Boots. York. Bring me my boots, I will unto the king. Duch. Strike him, Aumerle.- Poor boy, thou art
amaz'd: Hence, villain : never more come in my sight.
[To the Servant. York. Give me my boots, I say:
Duch. Why, York, what wilt thou do?
York. Thou fond mad woman,
He shall be none; We'll keep him here: Then what is that to him?
Hadst thou groan'd for him,
I love him. York. Make way, unruly woman. .
[Exit. Duch. After, Aumerle; mount thee upon his
Spur, post; and get before him to the king,
Windsor. A Room in the Castle.
Enter BOLINGBROKE, as King; Percy, and other
Lords. Boling. Can no man tell of my unthrifty son ? 'Tis full three months, since I did see him last :If any plague hang oyer us, 'tis he. I would to God, my lords, he might be found : Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there,
For there, they say, he daily doth frequent,
Boling. And what said the gallant?
Enter AUMERLE, hastily. Aum.
Where is the king? Boling.
What means Our cousin, that he stares and looks so wildly? Aum. God save your grace. I do beseech
your majesty, To have some conference with your grace alone. Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.
[Exeunt Percy and Lords. What is the matter with our cousin now? Aum. For ever may my knees grow to the earth,
[Kneels. My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth, Unless a pardon, ere I rise, or speak,
Boling. Intended, or committed, was this fault? If but the first, how heinous ere it be, To win thy after-love, I pardon thee. Aum. Then give me leave that I may turn the
key, That no man enter till my tale be done. Boling. Have thy desire.
[AUMERLE locks the door. York. [Within.] My liege, beware; look to thy
self; Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.
Boling. Villain, I'll make thee safe. [Drawing.
Aum. Stay thy revengeful band; Thou hast no cause to fear. York. (Within.] Open the door, secure, fool
hardy king : Shall I, for love, speak treason to thy face? Open the door, or I will break it open. "
BOLINGBROKE opens the door.
Boling. What is the matter, uncle? speak; Recover breath ; tell us how near is danger, That we may arm us to encounter it. York. Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt
know The treason that my haste forbids me show. Aum. Remember, as thou read'st, thy promise
past : I do repent me; read not my name there, My heart is not confederate with