comes too late Mow. Then thus I turne me from my câ—untries light To dwel in solemne shades of endlesse night King Returne againe and take an othe with thee Lay on our royall sword your banisht hands Sweare by the duty that y'owe to God Our part therein we banish with your selues To keepe the oath that we administer You neuer shall so helpe you truth and God Embrace each others loue in banishment Nor neuer looke vpon each others face Nor neuer write regreete nor reconcile This lowring tempest of your home-bred hate Nor neuer by aduised purpose meete To plot contriue or complot any ill Gainst vs our state our subiects or our land Bul. I sweare Mow. And I to keepe al this Bul. Norffolke so fare as to mine enemy By this time had the King permitted vs One of our soules had wandred in the aire Banisht this fraile sepulchre of our flesh As now our flesh is banisht from this land Confesse thy treasons ere thou flie the realme Since thou hast far to go beare not along The clogging burthen of a guiltie soule Mow. No Bullingbrooke if euer I were traitour My name be blotted from the booke of life And I from heauen banisht as from hence But what thou art God thâ—u and I do know And al too soone I feare the King shall rew Farewell my Liege now no way can I stray Saue backe to England al the worlds my way Exit King Vncle euen in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieued heart thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banisht yeeres Pluckt foure away sixe frozen winters spent Returne with welcome home from banishment Bull. How long a time lies in one little word Foure lagging winters and foure wanton springes End in a word such is the breath of Kinges Gaunt I thanke my liege that in regard of me He shortens foure yeares of my sonnes exile But little vantage shall I reape thereby For eare the sixe yeares that he hath to spend Can change their moones and bring their times about My oâ—le-dried lampe and time bewasted light Shall be extint with age and endlesse nightes My intch of taper will be burnt and done And blindfold Death not let me see my sonne King Why Vnckle thou hast many yeares to liue Gaunt But not a minute King that thou canst giue Shorten my daies thou canst with sullen sorrowe And plucke nights from me but not lend a morrow Thou canst helpe time to furrow me with age But stoppe no wrinckle in his pilgrimage Thy word is currant with him for my death But dead thy kingdome cannot buy my breath King Thy sonne is banisht vpon good aduise Whereto thy tong a party verdict gaue Why at our iustice seemst thou then to lowre Gaunt Things sweet to taste prooue in digestion sowre You vrgde me as a iudge but I had rather You would haue bid me argue like a father Oh had't beene a stranger not my child To smooth his fault I should haue beene more milde A partial slaunder sought I to auoide And in the sentence my owne life destroyed Alas I lookt when some of you should say I was too strict to make mine owne away But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tongue Against my will to do my selfe this wrong King Coosen farewel and Vnckle bid him so Sixe yeares we banish him and he shall go Exit Au. Cosin fare wel what presence must not know From where you doe remaine let paper shew Mar. My Lord no leaue take I for I will ride As farre as land will let me by your side Gaunt Oh to what purpose doest thou hoard thy words That thou returnest no greeting to thy friends Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you When the tongues office should be prodigall To breathe the aboundant dolor of the heart Gaunt Thy griefe is but thy absence for a time Bull. Ioy absent griefe is present for that time Gaunt What is sixe winters they are quickly gone Bul. To men in ioy but griefe makes one hower ten Gaun Call it a trauaile that thou takst for pleasure Bul. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so Which findes it an infoâ—ced pilgrimage Gaun The sullen passage of thy weary steps Esteeme as foyle wherein thou art to set The pretious Iewell of thy home returne Bul. Nay rather euery tedious stride I make Will but remember me what a deale of world I wander from the Iewels that I loue Must I not seâ—ue a long apprentishood To forreine passages and in the end Hauing my freedome boast of nothing else But â—hat I was a iourneyman to griefe Gaun All places that the eâ—e of heauen visits Are to a wiseman portes and happie hauens Teach thy necessity to reason thus There is no vertue like necessity Thinke not the King did banish thee But thou the King Woe doth the heauier sit Where it perceiues it is but faintly borne Go say I sent thee foorth to purchase honour And not the King exilde thee or suppose Deuâ—uring pestilence hangs in our aire And thou aâ—t flying to a fresher clime Looke what thy soule holds deare imagine it To ly that way thou goest not whence thou comst Suppose the singing birds musitions The grasse whereon thou treadst the presence strowd The flowers faire Ladies and thy steps no more Then a delightfull measure or a dance For gnarling sorrow hath lesse power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light Bul. Oh who can hold a fier in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantasticke sommers heate Oh no the apprehension of the good Giues but the greater feeling to the worse Fell sorrowes tooth doth neuer â—anckle more Then when he bites but launceth not the soare Gaun Come come my sonne lie bring thee on thy way Had I thy youth and cause I would not stay Bul. Then Englands ground fare well sweet soile adiew My mother and my nurse that beares me yet Where care I wander boast of this I can Though banisht yet a true borne English man Exeunt Enter the King with Bushie c at one dore and the Lord Aumarlc at another King We did obserue Coosen Aumarle How far brought you high Hereford on his way Aum. I brought high Herford if you call him so But to the next high way and there I left him King And say what store of parting teares were shed Aum. Faith none for me except the Northe ast winde Which then blew bitterly against our faceâ— Awakâ— the sleeping rhewme and so by chance Did grace our hollow paâ—ting with a teare King What said our cousin when you parted with him Aum. Farewel for my hart disdained that my tongue Should so prophane the word that taught me craft To counterfaite oppression of such griefe That words seemd buried in my sorrowes graue Marry would the word Farewel
detested treason Thou art a banisht man and here art come Before the expiration of thy time In braâ—â—ng armes against thy soueraigne Bull. As I was banisht I was banisht Hereford But as I come I come for Lancaster And noble Vnckâ—e I beseech your grace Looke on my wrongs with an indiffereâ—t eie You are my father for me thinkes in you I see old Gaunt aliue Oh then my father Will you permit that I shall stand condemnd A wandering vagabond my rights and royalties Pluckt from my armes perforce and giuen away To vpstart vnthrifts wherefore was I borne If that my cousin King be King in England It must be granted I am duke of Lancaster You haue a sonne Aumerle my noble cousin Had you first died and he bin thus trod downe He should haue found his vncle Gaunt a father To rowze his wrongs and chase them to the baie I am denyed to sue my Liuery here And yet my leâ—ters paâ—tents giue me leaue My fathers goods are all â—â—strainde and sold And these and all are all amisse employed What would you haue me do I am a subiect And I challenge law Atturnies are denied me And therefore personally I lay my claime To my inheritance of free descent North. The noble Duke hath bin too much abused Rosse It stands your Grace vpon to do him right Willo Base men by his endowments are made great Yorke My Lords of England let me tell you this I haue had feeling of my couâ—ins wrongs And labourd all I could to do him right But in this kind to come in brauing armes Be his owne caruer and cut out his way To finde out right wyth wrong it may not be And you that do abette him in this kinde Cherish rebellion and are rebells all North. The noble Duke hath sworne his comming is But for his owne and for the right of that We al haue strongly sworne to giue him ayde And let him neuer see ioy that breakes that oath Yorke Wel wel I see the issue of these armes I cannot mend it I must needes confesse Because my power is weake and all ill left But if I could by him that gaue me life I would attach you all and make you stoope Vnto the soueraigne mercie of the king But since I cannot be it knowen vnto you I do remaine as newter so fare you well Vnlesse you please to enter in the castle And there repose you for this night Bull. An offer vncle that we will accept But we must winne your Grace to go with vs To Bristow castle which they say is held By Bushie Bagot and their complices The caterpillers of the commonwealth Which I haue sworne to weede and plucke away Yorke It may be I will go with you but yet Ile pawse For I am loath to breake our countries lawes Nor friends nor foes to me welcome you are Things past redresse are now with me past care Exeunt Enter erle of Salisbury and a Welch captaine Welch My lord of Salisbury we haue stayed ten dayes And hardly kept our countrymen together And yet we heare no tidings from the King Therefore we will disperse our selues farewell Salis. Stay yet an other day thou trustie Welchman The King reposeth all his confidence in thee Welch Tis thought the King is dead we wil not stay The bay trees in our country are al witherd And Meteors fright the fixed starres of heauen The pale-facde moone lookes bloudie on the earth And leane-lookt prophets whisper fearefull change Rich men looke sad and ruffians daunce and leape The one in feare to looâ—e what they enioy The other to enioy by rage and warre These signes forerunne the death or fall of Kings Farewell our countrymen arâ—gone and sled As well assuâ—ed Richard their King is dead Salis. Ah Richard with the eies of heauy mind I see thy glory like a shooting staâ—re Fall to the base earth from the firmament Thy sunne sets weeping in the lowly west Witnessing stormes to come wo and vnâ—est Thy friends are fled to wait vpon thy foes And crosly to thy good all fortune goes Enter Duke of Hereford Yorke Northumberland Bushie and Greene prisoners Bull. Bring forth these men Bushie and Greene I will not vex your soules Since presently your soules must part your bodies With too much vrging your pernitious liues For twere no charitie yet to wash your bloud From off my hands heere in the view of men I will vnfold some causes of your deaths You haue misled a Prince a royall King A happy Gentleman in bloud and lineaments By you vnhappied and disfigured cleane You haue in manner with your sinfull houres Made a diuorce betwixt his Queene and him Brâ—ke the possession of a royall bed And stainde the beutie of a faire Queenes cheekes With teares drawen from her eies by your fowle wrongs My selfe a Prince by fortune of my birth Neere to the King in bloud and neere in loue Till you did make him misinterpret me Haue stoopt my necke vnder your iniuries And sigh't my English breath In forren cloudes Eating the bitter bread of banishment Whilst you haue fed vpon my segâ—ories Disparkt my parkes and felld my forrest woods From my owne windowes torne my houshold coate Racâ—t out my impâ—eese leauing me no signe Saue mens opinions and my liuing bloud To shew the world I am a gentleman This and much more much more then twice all this Condemns you to the death see them deliuered ouer To execution and the hand of death Bush. More welcome is the stroke of death to me Than Bullingbrooke to England Lords farewell Greene My comfort is that heauen will take our soules And plague iniustice with the paines of hell Bul. My Lord Northumberland see them dispatcht Vncle you say the Queene is at your house For Gods sake fairely let her be intreated Tel her I send to her my kinde commends Take special care my greetings be deliuered Yorke A gentleman of mine I haue dispatcht With letters of your loue to her at large Bul. Thankes gentle vncle Come Lords away To fight with Glendor and his complices A while to worke and after holiday Exeunt Enter the King Aumerle Carleil c. King Barkloughly castle call they this at hand Aum. Yea my Lord How brookes your Grace the ayre After your late tossing on the breaking seas King Needes must I like it well I weepe for ioy To stand vpon my kingdome once againe Deere earth I do salute thee with my hand Though rebels wound thee with their horses hoofes As a long parted mother with her childe Playes fondly with her teares and smiles in meeting So weeping smiling greete I thee my earth And do thee fauours with my royall hands Feede not thy Soueraignes foe my gentle earth Nor with thy sweetes comfort his rauenous sence But let thy Spiders that sucke vp thy venome And heauy-gated toades lie in theyr way Doing annoyance to the treacherous feete Which with vsurping steps do trample thee Yeelde stinging nettles to mine
weening traitors foote To proue my selfe a loyal Gentleman Euen in the best bloud chamberd in his bosome In haste wherof most hartily I pray Your highnes to assigne our triall day King Wrath kindled gentleman be ruled by 〈◊〉 Lets purge this choler without letting bloud This we prescribe though no Phisition Deepe malice makes too deepe incision Forget forgiue conclude and be agreed Our doctors say this is no month to bleede Good Vnckle let this ende where it begonne Weele calme the Duke of Norfolke you your sonne Gaunt To be a make-peace shal become my age Throw downe my soune the Duke of Norfolkes gage King And Norfolke throw downe his Gaunt When Harry 〈◊〉 obedience bids Obedience bids I should not bid againe King Norfolke throw downe we bid there is no boote Mow. My selfe I throw dread soue raigne at thy foote My life thou shalt command but not my shame The one my duety owes 〈…〉 To darke dishâ—â—ours vse thou shalt not haue I am disgraste impeacht and bâ—ffuld heere Pierst to the soule with Slaunders venomd speare The which no balme can cure but his heart bloud Which breathde this poyson King Rage â—ust be withstoode Giue me his gage Lions make Leopards tame Mowb. Yea but not change his spots take but my shame And I resigne my gage my deare deare Lord The purest treasure mortall times afford Is spotlesse Reputation that away Men are but guilded loame or painted clay A iewell in a ten times bard vp chest Is a bold spirit in a loyall breast Mine honour is my life both grow in one Take honour from me and my life is done Then deare my Liege mine honour let me trie In that I liue and for that will I die King Coosin throw vp your gage do you beginne Bull. O God defend my soule from such deepe sinne Shall I seeme Crest-fallen in my fathers sight Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my height Before this out-darde Dastard ere my tong Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong Or sound so base a parlee my teeth shall teare The slauish motiue of recanting feare And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace Where Shame doth harbour euen in Mowbraies face King We were not borne to sue but to commaund Which since we cannot do to make you friends Be ready as your liues shall answere it At Couentry vpon saint Lamberes day There shall your swords and launces arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate Since we cannot atone you we shall see Iustice designe the Victoâ—â—◠〈◊〉 Lord Marshal commaund our Be ready to direct these home allarmes Exit Enter Iohn of Gaunt with the Duchesse of Glocester Gaunt Alas the part I had in Woodstockes bloud Doth more sollicite me than your exclaimes To stirre against the butchers of his life But since correction lieth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen Who when they see the houres ripe on earth Will raine hot vengeance on offenders heads Duchesse Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre Hath loue in thy old bloud no Iruing fire Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one Were as seuen viols of his sacred bloud Or seuen faire branches springing from one rooteâ— Some of those seuen are dried by natures course Some of those branches by the Destinies cut But Thomas my deare Lord my life my Glocester One violl full of Edwards sacred bloud One flourishing branch of his most royall roote Is crackt and all the precious liquor spilt Is hackt downe and his summer leaues all faded By Enuies hand and Murders bloudy axe Ah Gaunt his bloud was thine that bed that womb That mettall that selfe mould that fashioned thee Made him a man and though thou liuest and breathest Yet art thou slaine in him thou doost consent In some large measure to thy fathers death In â—hat thou seest thy wretched brother die Who was the modell of thy fathers life Call it not patience Gaunt it is dispaire In suffrâ—ng thus thy brother to be slaughtred Thou she west the naked path way to thy life Teaching sterne Murder how to butcher thee That which in meane men we intitle Patience Is pale cold Cowardâ—â—e in noble breasts What shall I saie to safegard thine owne life The best way is to venge my Glocesters death Gaunt Gods is the quarrell for Gods substitute His deputy annointed in his sight Hath causd his death the which â—f wrongfully Let heauen reuenge for I may neuer lift An angry arme against his minister Duch. Where then alas may I complaine my selfe Gaunt To God the widdowes Champion and defence Duch. Why then I will fare well olde Gaunt Thou goest to Couentry there to behold Our Coosen Hereford and sell Mowbray fight O set my husbands wronges on Herefords speare That it may enter butcher Mowbraies breast Or if misfortune misse the 〈◊〉 caâ—ier Be Mowbraâ—es sinnes so 〈◊〉 in his bosome That they may breake his 〈◊〉 coursers backe And throw the rider headlong 〈◊〉 listes A caitiue recreant to my Coâ—â—en Heâ—eford Farewell old Gaunt thy some times brothers wife Wâ—th her companion Griefe must end her life Gaunt Sister farewell I must to Couentry Aâ—â—uch good stay with thee as go with me Duch. Yet â—ne word â—ore grieâ—e boundeth where is faâ—â— Not with the empâ—ie hollownes but weighâ— I take my leaue before I haue begone For sorrow endes not when it seemeth done Commend me to thy brother Edmund Yorke Loâ—hâ—s is all nay yet depart not so Though this be al doe not so quickly go I shall remember more Bid him ah what Wâ—â—h all good speede at Plashie visite me Alacke and what shall good olde Yorke there see But empty lodgings and vnfurnisht wals Vnpeopled offices vntrodden stones And what heare there for welcome but my grones Therfore commend me let him not come there To seeke out sorrow that dwels euery where Desolate desolate will I hence and die The last leaue of thee takes my weeping eie Exeunt Enter Lord Marshall and the Duke Aumerle Mar. My Lord 〈◊〉 is Harry Herford 〈◊〉 Aum. Yea at all points and longs to enter in Mar. The Duke of Norfolke sprightfully and bold Staies but the summons of the appellants trumpet Aum Why then the Champions are prepard and stay For nothing but his maiesties approach The trumpets sound and the King enters with his nâ—bles when they are set enter the Duke of Norfolke in armes defendant King Marshall demaunde of yooder Champion The cause of his arriuall here in armes Aâ—ke him his name and orderly proceede To sweare him in the iâ—stice of his cause Mar. In Gods name and the Kings sâ—y who thou art And why thou comâ—st thus knighâ—ly cladan armes Against what man thou comst and what thy quareâ—l Speake truly on thy knighthoode and thy oth As so defend the heauen and thy valour Mow My name is Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke Who hither come ingaged by my oath Which God defende a
Knight shouâ—d violate Both to defend my loyalty and tâ—uth To God my King and my succeeding â—sâ—ue Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me And by the grace of God and this mâ—ne aâ—me To proue him in defending of my selfe A traitour to my God my King and me And as I truely fight defend me heauen The trumpets sound Enter Duke of Hereford appellant in armour King Marshall aske yonder Knight in armes Both who he is and why he commeth hither Thus plated in habiliments of warre And formally according to our lawe Depose him in the iustice of his cause Mar. What is thy name and wherfore comst thou hither Before king Richard in his royall lists Against whom comes thou and whats thy quarrell Speake like a true Knâ—ght so defend thee heauen Bul. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Darbie Am I who ready here do stand in Armes To proue by Gods grace and my bodies valour In lists on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norffolke That he is a traitour foule and dangerous To God of heauen king Richard and to me And as I truely fight defend me heauen Mar. On paine of death no person be so bold Or daring hardy as to touch the listes Except the Martiall and such officers Appoynted to direct these faire designes Bul. Lord Martiall let me kisse my Souereigâ—es hand And bow my knee before his Maiestie For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men That vow a long and wearie pilgrimage Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue And louing fare well of our seuerall friends Mar. The appellant in all duety greetes your Highnes And câ—aues to kisse your hand and take his leaue King We will descend and fold him in our armes Coosin of Herford as thy cause is right So be thy fortune in this royall fight Farewell my bloud which if to day thou shead Lament we may but not reuenge the dead Bul. O let no nâ—ble eie prophane a teare For me if I be goâ—de with Mowbraies speare As confident as is the Falcons flight Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight My lâ—uing Lord I take my leaue of yoâ— Of you my noble cousin Lord Aumarle Not sicke although I haue to do with death But lusty yong and cheerely drawing breth Loe as at English feasts so I regreet The daintiest last to make the end most sweet Oh thou the earthly Authour of my bloud Whose youthfull spirite in me regenerate Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me vp To reach at Victory aboue my head Adde proofe vnto mine armour with thy prayers And with thy blessings steele my launces point That it may enter Mowbraies wâ—xen cote And furbish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt Euen in the lustie hauiour of his sonne Gaunt God in thy good cause make thee prosperous Be swift like lightning in the execution And let thy blowes doubly redoubled Fall like amazing thunder on the caske Of thy adueâ—se pernitious enemy Rowze vp thy youthfull bloud be valiant and liue Bul. Mine innocence and saint George to thriue Mowb. How euer God or Fortune cast my lot There liues or dies true to King Richards thronâ— A loyall iust and vpright Gentleman Neuer did captiue with a freer heart Cast off his chaines of bondage and embrace His golden vncontrould enfranchisment More than my dauncing soule doth celebrate This feast of battle with mine aduersarie Most mighty Liege and my companion Peeres Take from my mouth the wish of happy yeeres As gentle and as iocund as to iest Go I to fight truth hath a quiet breâ—t King Farewell my Lord securely I espie Vertue with Valâ—ur couched in thine eie Order the triall Martiall and beginne Mart. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Darby Receiue thy launce and God defend the right Bul. Strong as a tower in hope I cry Amen Mart. Go beare this lance to Thomas Duke of Norfolke Herald Harry of Herford Lancaster and Daâ—by Stands here for God his soueraigne and himselfe On paine to be found false and recreant To proue the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mâ—wbray A traitor to his God his king and him And dares him to set forward to the fight Herald 2 Here standeth Thomas Mowbray D of Norfolk On paine to be found false and recreant Both to defend himselfe and to approue Henry of Hereford Lancaster and Darby To God his soueraigne and to him disloyall Couragiously and with a free desire Attending but the â—ignall to beginne Mart. Sound trumpets and set forward Combatants Stay the king hath throwen his warder downe King Let them lay by their helmets and their speares And both returne backe to their chaires againe Withdraw with vs and let the trumpets sound While we returne these dukes what we decree Draw neere and list What with our counsell we haue done For that our kingdomes earth shouâ—d not be soild With that deare bloud which it hath â—ostered And for our eies do hate the 〈◊〉 aspect Of ciuill wounds plowd vp with neighbours sword And for we thinke the Egle-winged pride Of skie-aspiring and ambitious thoughts With riuall-hating 〈◊〉 set on you To wake our peace which in our Countries â—radâ—e Drawes the sweet infant â—reath of gentle sleepe Which so roâ—zde vp with boistrous vntunde drummes With harsh resounding trumpets dreadfull bray And grating shocke of wrathfully on armes Might from our quâ—et confines fâ—ight faire Peace And make vs wade euen in our kinreds bloud Therefore we banish you our territories You cousin Hereford vpon paine of life Til twice fiue summers haue enricht our fields Shall not regreete our faire dominions But treade the stranger paths of banishment Bul. Your will be done this must my comfort be That Sunne that warmes you here shall shine on me And those his golden beames to you heere lent Shall point on me and guilde my banishment King Norfolke for thee remaines a heauier doome Which I with some vnwillingnesse pronounce The she slow houres shall not determinate The datelesse limite of thy deere exile The hoplesse word of neuer to returne Breathe I against thee vpon paine of life Mowb. A beauy sentence my most soueraigne Liege And all vnlookt for from your Highnesse mouth A deerer merit not so deepe a maime As to be cast foâ—th in the common ayre Haue I deserued at your Highnesse hands The language I haue learnt these forty yeeres My natiue English now I must forgo And now my tongues vse is to me no more Than an vnstringed violl or a harpe Or like a cunning instrument casde vp Or being open put into his hands That knowes no touch to tuâ—e the harmonie â—ithin my mouth you haue engaoid my tongue Doubly portcullist with my teeth and lippes And dull vnfeeling barren ignorance Is made my Gaâ—ler to attend on me I am too olde to fawne vpon a nuâ—se Too far in yeeres to be a pupill now What is thy sentence but speechlesse death Which robbes my tongue from bâ—eathing natiue breath King It bootes thee not to be compassionate After our sentence playning
thee Ile not be long behind though I be old I doubt not but to ride as fast as Yorke An neuer will I rise vp from the ground Till Bullingbroke haue pardoned thee away be gone Enter the King with his nobles King H. Can no man tell me of my vnthriftie sonnâ— Tis full three moneths since I did see him last If any plague hâ—ng ouer vs tis he I wouâ—â— to God â—y Lordes he might be found Inquirâ— at London mongst the Tauernes there For there they say he daylie doth frequent With vnrestrained loose companions Euen such they say as stand in narrow lanes And beate our watch and â—ob our passengers Which he yong wanton and effeminate boy Takes on the point of honour to support so dissolute a crew H. Percie My Lord some two dayes since I saw the prince And touâ—d him of those triumphes helde at Oxford King And what said the gallant Per. His answer was he would vnto the stews And from the commonst creature plucke a gloue And weare it as a fauour and with that He would vnhorse the lustiest Challenger King H. As dissolute as desperat yet through both I see some sparkes of better hope which elder yeares May happily bring foorth But who comes heere Enter Aumerle amazed Aum. Where is the King King H. What meanes our cosen that he stares and lookes so wildly Aâ—m God saue your grace I doe beseech your Maiestie To haue some conference with your grace alone King Withdrawe your selues and leaue vs here alone What is the matter with our cosen nowe Aum. For eâ—er mâ—y my knees growe to the earth My tongue cleaue to my rooâ—fe within my mouâ—h Vnlesse a pardon ere I rise or speake King Intended or committed was this fault If on the first how heynous ere it be To win thy after loue I pardon thee Aum. Then giue me leaue that May turne the key That no man enter till my tale be done King Haue thy desire The Duke of Yorke knokes at the doore and crieth Yor. My leige beware looke to thy selfe Thou hast a Traitor in thy presence there King Vilain Ile make thee safe Aum. Stay thy reuengefull hand thou hast no cause to feare York Open the dore secure foole hardie King Shall I for loue speake treason to thy face Open the dore or I will breake it open King What is the matter vncle speake recouer breath Tell vs how neare is daunger That wee may arme vs to encounter it Yor. Peruse this writtng heere and thou shalt know The treason that my haste forbids me shew Aum. remember as thou readst thy promise past I do repent me reade not my name there My hart is not confederate with my hand Yor. It was vilaine ere thy hand did set it downe I tore it from the traitors bosome King Feare and not loue begets his penitence Forget to pittie him lest thy pittie proue A Serpent that will sting thee to the hart King O heynous strong and bould conspiracy O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne Thou sheere immaculate and filuer Fountaine From whence this stâ—eame through muddy passages Hath held his current and defild himselfe Thy ouerflow of good conuerts to bad And thy aboundant goodnes shall excuse This deadly blot in thy digressing sonne Yor. So shall my vertue be his vices baude An he shall spend mine honour with his shame As thriftles sonnes their scraping Fathers gold Mine honour liues when his dishonour dies Or my shamde life in his dishonour lies Thou kilst me in his life giuing him breath The traitor liues the true man's put to death Du. What ho my Liege for Gods sake let me in King H. What shril voice suppliant makes this eger crie Du. A woman and thy aunt great king tis I Speake with me pitie me open the dooâ—e A beggar begs that neuer begd before King Our scene is altred from a serious thing And now changde to the Beggar and the King My dangerous cousin let your mother in I know she is come to pray for your foule sinne Yorke If thou do pardon whosoeuer pray More sinnes for this forgiuenes prosper may This festred ioynt cut off the rest rest found This let alone wil all the rest confound Du. Oh king beleeue not this hard-hearted man Loue louing not it selfe none other can Yorke Thou frantike woman what dost thou make here Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor reare Du. Sweete Yorke be patient heare me gentle Liege King H Rise vp good aunt Du. Not yet I thee beseech For euer wil I walke vpon my knees And neuer see day that the happy sees Till thou giue ioy vntil thou bid me ioy By pardoning Rutland my transgressing boy Aum. Vnto my mothers prayers I bend my knee yorke Against them both my true ioynts bended be Ill maist thou thriue if thou graunt any grace Du. Pleades he in earnest looke vpon his face His eies do drop no teares his prayers are in iest His words come from his month ours from our breast He prayes but faintly and would be denied We pray with heart and soule and all beside His weary ioynts would gladly rise I know Our knees still kneele till to the ground they grow His prayers are full of false hypocrisie Ours of true 〈◊〉 and deepe integritie Our prayers do out pray his then let them haue That mercy which true prayer ought to haue Yorke Good aunt stand vp Du. Nay do not say stand vp Say Pardon first and afterwards stand vp And if I were thy nurse thy tong to teach Pardon should be the first word of thy speach I neuer longd to heare a word till now Say pardon King let pitie teach thee how The word is short but not so short as sweete No word like pardon for Kings mouthes so meete yorke Speake it in French King say Pardonne â—oy Du. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to destroy Ah my sower husband my hard-hearted Lord That sets the word it selfe against the word Speake pardon as tis currant in our land The chopping French we do not vnderstand Thine eie begins to speake set thy tongue there Or in thy piteous heart plant thou thine eare That hearing how our plaints and prayers do pierce Pitie may mooue thee pardon to rehearse King H. Good aunt stand vp Du. I do not sue to stand Pardon is all the sute I haue in hand King I pardon him as God shall pardon me Du. Oh happy vantage of a kneeling knee Yet am I sicke for feare speake it againe Twice saying pardon doth not pardon twaine But makes one pardon strong King H. I pardon him with al my heart Du. A god on earth thou art King H. But for our trusty brother in law and the Abbot With all the rest of that consorted â—rew Destruction strait shal dog them at the heeles Good vncle help to order seuerall powers To Oxford or where ere these traitors are They shall not liue within this world I sweare But I will haue them if I