While all tongues cried-God save thee, Boling broke! You would have thought the very windows spake, Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the while? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men 2, Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd 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. 2 The painting of this description is so lively, and the words so moving that I have scarce read any thing comparable to it in any other language.'-Dryden; Pref. to Troilus and Cressida. Enter AUMerle. Duch. Here comes my son Aumerle. York. Aumerle that was; But that is lost, for being Richard's friend; 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 triumphs? Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do. Aum. If God prevent it not; I purpose so. York. What seal is that, that hangs without thy Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing. No matter then who sees it; I will be satisfied, let me see the writing. Aum. I do beseech your grace to pardon me; It is a matter of small consequence, Which for some reasons I would not have seen. 36 The dukes of Aumerle, Surrey, and Exeter were deprived of their dukedoms by an act of Henry's first parliament, but were allowed to retain the earldoms of Rutland, Kent, and Huntingdon.'-Holinshed. 4 So in Milton's Song on May Morning : who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.' 5 The seals of deeds were formerly impressed on slips or labels of parchment appendant to them, York. Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. I fear, I fear, Duch. 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 bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool.Boy, let me see the writing. Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I show it. may not say. York. I will be satisfied; let me see it, I Treason! foul treason!-villain! traitor! slave! York. Ho! who is within there? [Enter a Servant.] Saddle my horse. God for his mercy! what treachery is here! York. Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse: Now by mine honour, by my life, my troth, I will appeach the villain. Duch. [Exit Servant. What's the matter? York. Peace, foolish woman. Duch. I will not peace:-What is the matter, son? Aum. Good mother, be content; it is no more Than my poor life must answer. Duch. 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? 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? York. Thou fond mad woman, Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy? A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament, To kill the king at Oxford. Duch. He shall be none; We'll keep him here: Then what is that to him? Fond woman! were he twenty times my son, Duch. Hadst thou groan'd for him, As I have done, thou❜dst be more pitiful. But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect, 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. York. Make way, unruly woman. [Exit. Duch. 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; Begone. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Windsor. A Room in the Castle. Enter BOLINGBROKE as King; PERCY, : Boling. Can no man tell of my unthrifty son? "Tis full three months since I did see him last:If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. I would to God, my lords, he might be found: Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, Percy. My lord, some two days since I saw the prince; And told him of these triumphs held at Oxford. Percy. His answer was, he would unto the stews; And from the commonest creature pluck a glove, And wear it as a favour; and with that He would unhorse the lustiest challenger. Boling. As dissolute, as desperate: yet, through both 2 I see some sparkles of a better hope, This is a very proper introduction to the future character of King Henry V. to his debaucheries in his youth, and his greatness in his manhood, as the poet has described them. But it has been ably contended by Mr. Luders that the whole story of his dissipation was a fiction. At this period (i. e. 1400) he was but twelve years old, being born in 1388. 2 The folio reads sparks. |