Richard II

[Guru]

DUKE OF AUMERLE

For aught I know, my lord, they do.

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF YORK

You will be there, I know.

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF AUMERLE

If God prevent not, I purpose so.

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF YORK

What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom?
Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing.

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF AUMERLE

My lord, 'tis nothing.

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF YORK

No matter, then, who see it;
I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF AUMERLE

I do beseech your grace to pardon me:
It is a matter of small consequence,
Which for some reasons I would not have seen.

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF YORK

Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see.
I fear, I fear,--

 

[Guru]

DUCHESS OF YORK

What should you fear?
'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into
For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day.

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF YORK

Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond
That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.
Boy, let me see the writing.

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF AUMERLE

I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF YORK

I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.
He plucks it out of his bosom and reads it

Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave!

 

[Guru]

DUCHESS OF YORK

What is the matter, my lord?

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF YORK

Ho! who is within there?
Enter a Servant

Saddle my horse.
God for his mercy, what treachery is here!

 

[Guru]

DUCHESS OF YORK

Why, what is it, my lord?

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF YORK

Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse.
Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth,
I will appeach the villain.

 

[Guru]

DUCHESS OF YORK

What is the matter?

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF YORK

Peace, foolish woman.

 

[Guru]

DUCHESS OF YORK

I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle.

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF AUMERLE

Good mother, be content; it is no more
Than my poor life must answer.

 

[Guru]

DUCHESS OF YORK

Thy life answer!

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF YORK

Bring me my boots: I will unto the king.
Re-enter Servant with boots

 

[Guru]

DUCHESS OF YORK

Strike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, thou art amazed.
Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.

 

[Guru]

DUKE OF YORK

Give me my boots, I say.

 

[Guru]

DUCHESS OF YORK

Why, York, what wilt thou do?
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?