|The Life and Death of Richard the Second|
| Richard II
| Act 5, Scene 2
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Enter DUKE OF YORK and DUCHESS OF YORKDUCHESS OF YORK
My lord, you told me you would tell the rest,DUKE OF YORK
When weeping made you break the story off,
of our two cousins coming into London.
Where did I leave?DUCHESS OF YORK
At that sad stop, my lord,DUKE OF YORK
Where rude misgovern'd hands from windows' tops
Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.
Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke,DUCHESS OF YORK
Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed
Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,
With slow but stately pace kept on his course,
Whilst all tongues cried 'God save thee,
You would have thought the very windows spake,
So many greedy looks of young and old
Through casements darted their desiring eyes
Upon his visage, and that all the walls
With painted imagery had said at once
'Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke!'
Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning,
Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed's neck,
Bespake them thus: 'I thank you, countrymen:'
And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.
Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst?DUKE OF YORK
As in a theatre, the eyes of men,DUCHESS OF YORK
After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his prattle to be tedious;
Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes
Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!'
No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home:
But dust was thrown upon his sacred head:
Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,
His face still combating with tears and smiles,
The badges of his grief and patience,
That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd
The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted
And barbarism itself have pitied him.
But heaven hath a hand in these events,
To whose high will we bound our calm contents.
To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now,
Whose state and honour I for aye allow.
Here comes my son Aumerle.DUKE OF YORK
Aumerle that was;DUCHESS OF YORK
But that is lost for being Richard's friend,
And, madam, you must call him Rutland now:
I am in parliament pledge for his truth
And lasting fealty to the new-made king.
Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE
Welcome, my son: who are the violets nowDUKE OF AUMERLE
That strew the green lap of the new come spring?
Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not:DUKE OF YORK
God knows I had as lief be none as one.
Well, bear you well in this new spring of time,DUKE OF AUMERLE
Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime.
What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs?
For aught I know, my lord, they do.DUKE OF YORK
You will be there, I know.DUKE OF AUMERLE
If God prevent not, I purpose so.DUKE OF YORK
What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom?DUKE OF AUMERLE
Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing.
My lord, 'tis nothing.DUKE OF YORK
No matter, then, who see it;DUKE OF AUMERLE
I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.
I do beseech your grace to pardon me:DUKE OF YORK
It is a matter of small consequence,
Which for some reasons I would not have seen.
Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see.DUCHESS OF YORK
I fear, I fear,--
What should you fear?DUKE OF YORK
'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into
For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day.
Bound to himself! what doth he with a bondDUKE OF AUMERLE
That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.
Boy, let me see the writing.
I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.DUKE OF YORK
I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.DUCHESS OF YORK
He plucks it out of his bosom and reads itTreason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave!
What is the matter, my lord?DUKE OF YORK
Ho! who is within there?DUCHESS OF YORK
Enter a ServantSaddle my horse.
God for his mercy, what treachery is here!
Why, what is it, my lord?DUKE OF YORK
Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse.DUCHESS OF YORK
Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth,
I will appeach the villain.
What is the matter?DUKE OF YORK
Peace, foolish woman.DUCHESS OF YORK
I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle.DUKE OF AUMERLE
Good mother, be content; it is no moreDUCHESS OF YORK
Than my poor life must answer.
Thy life answer!DUKE OF YORK
Bring me my boots: I will unto the king.DUCHESS OF YORK
Re-enter Servant with boots
Strike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, thou art amazed.DUKE OF YORK
Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.
Give me my boots, I say.DUCHESS OF YORK
Why, York, what wilt thou do?DUKE OF YORK
Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?
Have we more sons? or are we like to have?
Is not my teeming date drunk up with time?
And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age,
And rob me of a happy mother's name?
Is he not like thee? is he not thine own?
Thou fond mad woman,DUCHESS OF YORK
Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy?
A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament,
And interchangeably set down their hands,
To kill the king at Oxford.
He shall be none;DUKE OF YORK
We'll keep him here: then what is that to him?
Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son,DUCHESS OF YORK
I would appeach him.
Hadst thou groan'd for himDUKE OF YORK
As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful.
But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect
That I have been disloyal to thy bed,
And that he is a bastard, not thy son:
Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind:
He is as like thee as a man may be,
Not like to me, or any of my kin,
And yet I love him.
Make way, unruly woman!DUCHESS OF YORK
After, Aumerle! mount thee upon his horse;
Spur post, and get before him to the king,
And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee.
I'll not be long behind; though I be old,
I doubt not but to ride as fast as York:
And never will I rise up from the ground
Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away, be gone!
| Richard II
| Act 5, Scene 2
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