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The Life and Death of Richard the Second. Yorke. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bullingbrooke, Mounted vpon a hot and fierie Steed, Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know, With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course:
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While all tongues cride, God saue thee Bullingbrooke. You would haue thought the very windowes spake, So many greedy lookes of yong and old, Through Casements darted their desiring eyes Vpon his visage: and that all the walles,
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With painted Imagery had said at once, Iesu preserue thee, welcom Bullingbrooke. Whil'st he, from one side to the other turning, Bare‑headed, lower then his proud Steeds necke, Bespake them thus: I thanke you Countrimen:
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And thus still doing, thus he past along.
Dutch. Alas poore Richard, where rides he the whilst? Yorke. As in a Theater, the eyes of men After a well grac'd actor leaues the Stage, Are idlely bent on him that enters next,
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Thinking his prattle to be tedious: Euen so, or with much more contempt, mens eyes Did scowle on Richard: no man cride, God saue him: No ioyfull tongue gaue him his welcome home, But dust was throwne vpon his Sacred head,
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Which with such gentle sorrow he shooke off, His face still combating with teares and smiles (The badges of his greefe and patience) That had not God (for some strong purpose) steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce haue melted,
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And Barbarisme it selfe haue pittied him. But heauen hath a hand in these euents, To whose high will we bound our calme contents. To Bullingbrooke, are we sworne Subiects now, Whose State, and Honor, I for aye allow.
Enter Aumerle. Dut.
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Heere comes my sonne Aumerle.
Yor. Aumerle that was, But that is lost, for being Richards Friend. And Madam, you must call him Rutland now: I am in Parliament pledge for his truth,
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And lasting fealtie to the new‑made King.
Dut. Welcome my sonne: who are the Violets now, That strew the greene lap of the new‑come Spring? Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not, God knowes, I had as liefe be none, as one. Yorke.
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Well, beare you well in this new‑spring of time Least you be cropt before you come to prime. What newes from Oxford? Hold those Iusts & Triumphs?
Aum. For ought I know my Lord, they do. Yorks. You will be there I know. Aum.
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If God preuent not, I purpose so.
Yor. What Seale is that that hangs without thy bosom? Yea, look'st thou pale? Let me see the Writing. Aum. My Lord, 'tis nothing. Yorke. No matter then who sees it,
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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 haue seene. Yorke. Which for some reasons sir, I meane to see:
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I feare, I feare.
Dut. What should you feare? 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into For gay apparrell, against the Triumph. Yorke. Bound to himselfe? What doth he with a Bond
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That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a foole.

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Boy, let me see the Writing. Aum. I do beseech you pardon me, I may not shew it. Yor. I will be satisfied: let me see it I say. Snatches it Treason, foule Treason, Villaine, Traitor, Slaue. Dut.
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What's the matter, my Lord?
Yorke. Hoa, who's within there? Saddle my horse. Heauen for his mercy: what treachery is heere? Dut. Why, what is't my Lord? Yorke. Giue me my boots, I say: Saddle my horse:
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Now by my Honor, my life, my troth, I will appeach the Villaine.
Dut. What is the matter? Yorke. Peace foolish Woman. Dut. I will not peace. What is the matter Sonne? Aum.
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Good Mother be content, it is no more Then my poore life must answer.
Dut. Thy life answer? Enter Seruant with Boots. Yor. Bring me my Boots, I will vnto the King. Dutt. Strike him Aumerle. Poore boy, y u rt aamaz'd,
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Hence Villaine, neuer more come in my sight.
Yor. Giue me my Boots, I say. Dut. Why Yorke, what wilt thou do? Wilt thou not hide the Trespasse of thine owne? Haue we more Sonnes? Or are we like to haue?
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Is not my teeming date drunke vp with time? And wilt thou plucke my faire Sonne from mine Age, And rob me of a happy Mothers name? Is he not like thee? Is he not thine owne?
Yor. Thou fond mad woman:
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Wilt thou conceale this darke Conspiracy? A dozen of them heere haue tane the Sacrament, And interchangeably set downe their hands To kill the King at Oxford.
Dut. He shall be none:
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Wee'l keepe him heere: then what is that to him?
Yor. Away fond woman: were hee twenty times my Son, I would appeach him. Dut. Hadst thou groan'd for him as I haue done, Thou wouldest be more pittifull:
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But now I know thy minde; thou do'st suspect That I haue bene disloyall to thy bed, And that he is a Bastard, not thy Sonne: Sweet Yorke, sweet husband, be not of that minde: He is as like thee, as a man may bee,
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Not like to me, nor any of my Kin, And yet I loue him.
Yorke. Make way, vnruly Woman. Exit Dut. After Aumerle. Mount thee vpon his horse, Spurre post, and get before him to the King,
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And begge thy pardon, ere he do accuse thee, Ile not be long behind: though I be old, I doubt not but to ride as fast as Yorke: And neuer will I rise vp from the ground, Till Bullingbrooke haue pardon'd thee: Away be gone.
Exit
Scœna Tertia. [Act 5, Scene 3] Enter Bullingbrooke, Percie, and other Lords. Bul.
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Can no man tell of my vnthriftie Sonne? 'Tis full three monthes since I did see him last. If any plague hang ouer vs, 'tis he, I would to heauen (my Lords) he might be found: Enquire at London, 'mongst the Tauernes there: For

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Scœna Tertia. [Act 5, Scene 3] Enter Bullingbrooke, Percie, and other Lords. Bul.
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Can no man tell of my vnthriftie Sonne? 'Tis full three monthes since I did see him last. If any plague hang ouer vs, 'tis he, I would to heauen (my Lords) he might be found: Enquire at London, 'mongst the Tauernes there:
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For there (they say) he dayly doth frequent, With vnrestrained loose Companions, Euen such (they say) as stand in narrow Lanes, And rob our Watch, and beate our passengers, Which he, yong wanton, and effeminate Boy
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Takes on the point of Honor, to support So dissolute a crew.
Per. My Lord, some two dayes since I saw the Prince, And told him of these Triumphes held at Oxford. Bul. And what said the Gallant? Per.
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His answer was: he would vnto the Stewes, And from the common'st creature plucke a Gloue And weare it as a fauour, and with that He would vnhorse the lustiest Challenger.
Bul. As dissolute as desp'rate, yet through both,
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I see some sparkes of better hope : which elder dayes May happily bring forth. But who comes heere?
Enter Aumerle. Aum. Where is the King? Bul. What meanes our Cosin, that hee stares And lookes so wildely? Aum.
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God saue your Grace. I do beseech your Maiesty To haue some conference with your Grace alone.
Bul. Withdraw your selues, and leaue vs here alone: What is the matter with our Cosin now? Aum. For euer may my knees grow to the earth,
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My tongue cleaue to my roofe within my mouth, Vnlesse a Pardon, ere I rise, or speake.
Bul. Intended, or committed was this fault? If on the first, how heynous ere it bee, To win thy after loue, I pardon thee. Aum.
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Then giue me leaue, that I may turne the key, That no man enter, till my tale me done.
Bul. Haue thy desire. Yorke within. Yor. My Liege beware, looke to thy selfe, Thou hast a Traitor in thy presence there. Bul.
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Villaine, Ile make thee safe.
Aum. Stay thy reuengefull hand, thou hast no cause to feare. Yorke. Open the doore, secure foole‑hardy King: Shall I for loue speake treason to thy face? Open the doore, or I will breake it open. Enter Yorke. Bul.
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What is the matter (Vnkle) speak, recouer breath, Tell vs how neere is danger, That we many arme vs to encounter it.
Yor. Peruse this writing heere, and thou shalt know The reason that my haste forbids me show. Aum.
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Remember as thou read'st, thy promise past: I do repent me, reade not my name there, My heart is not confederate with my hand.
Yor. It was (villaine) ere thy hand did set it downe. I tore it from the Traitors bosome, King.
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Feare, and not Loue, begets his penitence; Forget to pitty him, least thy pitty proue A Serpent, that will sting thee to the heart.
Bul. Oh heinous, strong, and bold Conspiracie, O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne:
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Thou sheere, immaculate, and siluer fountaine, From whence this streame, through muddy passages Hath had his current, and defil'd himselfe. Thy ouerflow of good, conuerts to bad, And thy abundant goodnesse shall excuse
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This deadly blot, in thy digressing sonne.
Yorke. So shall my Vertue be his Vices bawd, And he shall spend mine Honour, with his Shame; As thriftlesse Sonnes, their scraping Fathers Gold. Mine honor liues, when his dishonor dies,
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Or my sham'd life, in his dishonor lies: Thou kill'st me in his life, giuing him breath, The Traitor liues, the true man's put to death.
Dutchesse within. Dut. What hoa (my Liege) for heauens sake let me in. Bul. What shrill‑voic'd Suppliant, makes this eager cry? Dut.
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A woman, and thine Aunt (great King) 'tis I. Speake with me, pitty me, open the dore, A Begger begs, that neuer begg'd before.
Bul. Our Scene is alter'd from a serious thing, And now chang'd to the Begger, and the King.
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My dangerous Cosin, let your Mother in, I know she's come, to pray for your foule sin.
Yorke. If thou do pardon, whosoeuer pray, More sinnes for this forgiuenesse, prosper may. This fester'd ioynt cut off, the rest rests sound,
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This let alone, will all the rest confound.
Enter Dutchesse. Dut. O King, beleeue not this hard‑hearted man, Loue, louing not it selfe, none other can. Yor. Thou franticke woman, what dost y u make here, Shall thy old dugges, once more a Traitor reare? Dut.
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Sweet Yorke be patient, heare me gentle Liege.
Bul. Rise vp good Aunt. Dut. Not yet, I thee beseech. For euer will I kneele vpon my knees, And neuer see day, that the happy sees,
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Till thou giue ioy: vntill thou bid me ioy. By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing Boy.
Aum. Vnto my mothers prayres, I bend my knee. Yorke. Against them both, my true ioynts bended be. Dut. Pleades he in earnest? Looke vpon his Face,
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His eyes do drop no teares: his prayres are in iest: His words come from his mouth, ours from our brest. He prayes but faintly, and would be denide, We pray with heart, and soule, and all beside: His weary ioynts would gladly rise, I know,
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Our knees shall kneele, till to the ground they grow: His prayers are full of false hypocrisie, Ours of true zeale, and deepe integritie: Our prayers do out‑pray his, then let them haue That mercy, which true prayers ought to haue.
Bul.
[2515]
Good Aunt stand vp.
Dut. Nay, do not say stand vp. But Pardon first, and afterwards stand vp. And if I were thy Nurse, thy tongue to teach, Pardon should be the first word of thy speach.
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I neuer long'd to heare a word till now: Say Pardon (King,) let pitty teach thee how. The word is short: but not so short as sweet, No word like Pardon, for Kings mouth's so meet.
York. Speake it in French (King) say Pardon'ne moy. Dut.
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Dost thou teach pardon, Pardon to destroy? Ah my sowre husband, my hard‑hearted Lord, That set's the word it selfe, against the word. Speake Pardon, as 'tis currant in our Land, The chopping French we do not vnderstand.
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Thine eye begins to speake, set thy tongue there, Or in thy pitteous heart, plant thou thine eare, That hearing how our plaints and prayres do pearce, Pitty may moue thee, Pardon to rehearse.
Bul. Good Aunt, stand vp. Dut.
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I do not sue to stand, Pardon is all the suite I haue in hand.
Bul. I pardon him, as heauen shall pardon mee. Dut. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee: Yet am I sicke for feare: Speake it againe,
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Twice saying Pardon, doth not pardon twaine, But makes one pardon strong.
Bul. I pardon him with all my hart. Dut. A God on earth thou art. Bul. But for our trusty brother‑in‑Law, the Abbot,
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With all the rest of that consorted crew, Destruction straight shall dogge them at the heeles: Good Vnckle helpe order seuerall powres To Oxford, or where ere these Traitors are: They shall not liue within this world I sweare,
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But I will haue them, if I once know where. Vnckle farewell, and Cosin adieu: Your mother well hath praid, and proue you true.
Dut. Come my old son, I pray heauen make thee new. Exeunt.
 

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   <head type="supplied">[Act 5, Scene 3]</head>
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      <l n="2405">Can no man tell of my vnthriftie Sonne?</l>
      <l n="2406">'Tis full three monthes since I did see him last.</l>
      <l n="2407">If any plague hang ouer vs, 'tis he,</l>
      <l n="2408">I would to heauen (my Lords) he might be found:</l>
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      <l n="2410">For there (they say) he dayly doth frequent,</l>
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      <l n="2413">And rob our Watch, and beate our passengers,</l>
      <l n="2414">Which he, yong wanton, and effeminate Boy</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Per.</speaker>
      <l n="2417">My Lord, some two dayes since I saw the Prince,</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2419">And what said the Gallant?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Per.</speaker>
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      <l n="2424">As dissolute as desp'rate, yet through both,</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Aumerle.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r2-aum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
      <l n="2427">Where is the King?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2428">What meanes our Cosin, that hee stares</l>
      <l n="2429">And lookes so wildely?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-r2-aum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
      <l n="2430">God saue your Grace. I do beseech your Maiesty</l>
      <l n="2431">To haue some conference with your Grace alone.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2432">Withdraw your selues, and leaue vs here alone:</l>
      <l n="2433">What is the matter with our Cosin now?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-r2-aum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
      <l n="2434">For euer may my knees grow to the earth,</l>
      <l n="2435">My tongue cleaue to my roofe within my mouth,</l>
      <l n="2436">Vnlesse a Pardon, ere I rise, or speake.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2437">Intended, or committed was this fault?</l>
      <l n="2438">If on the first, how heynous ere it bee,</l>
      <l n="2439">To win thy after loue, I pardon thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-aum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
      <l n="2440">Then giue me leaue, that I may turne the key,</l>
      <l n="2441">That no man enter, till my tale me done.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2442">Haue thy desire.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Yorke within.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r2-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yor.</speaker>
      <l n="2443">My Liege beware, looke to thy selfe,</l>
      <l n="2444">Thou hast a Traitor in thy presence there.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2445">Villaine, Ile make thee safe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-aum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
      <l n="2446">Stay thy reuengefull hand, thou hast no cause
      <lb/>to feare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="2447">Open the doore, secure foole‑hardy King:</l>
      <l n="2448">Shall I for loue speake treason to thy face?</l>
      <l n="2449">Open the doore, or I will breake it open.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Yorke.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2450">What is the matter (Vnkle) speak, recouer breath,</l>
      <l n="2451">Tell vs how neere is danger,</l>
      <l n="2452">That we many arme vs to encounter it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yor.</speaker>
      <l n="2453">Peruse this writing heere, and thou shalt know</l>
      <l n="2454">The reason that my haste forbids me show.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-aum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
      <l n="2455">Remember as thou read'st, thy promise past:</l>
      <l n="2456">I do repent me, reade not my name there,</l>
      <l n="2457">My heart is not confederate with my hand.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yor.</speaker>
      <l n="2458">It was (villaine) ere thy hand did set it downe.</l>
      <l n="2459">I tore it from the Traitors bosome, King.</l>
      <l n="2460">Feare, and not Loue, begets his penitence;</l>
      <l n="2461">Forget to pitty him, least thy pitty proue</l>
      <l n="2462">A Serpent, that will sting thee to the heart.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2463">Oh heinous, strong, and bold Conspiracie,</l>
      <l n="2464">O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne:</l>
      <l n="2465">Thou sheere, immaculate, and siluer fountaine,</l>
      <l n="2466">From whence this streame, through muddy passages</l>
      <l n="2467">Hath had his current, and defil'd himselfe.</l>
      <l n="2468">Thy ouerflow of good, conuerts to bad,</l>
      <l n="2469">And thy abundant goodnesse shall excuse</l>
      <l n="2470">This deadly blot, in thy digressing sonne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="2471">So shall my Vertue be his Vices bawd,</l>
      <l n="2472">And he shall spend mine Honour, with his Shame;</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2473">As thriftlesse Sonnes, their scraping Fathers Gold.</l>
      <l n="2474">Mine honor liues, when his dishonor dies,</l>
      <l n="2475">Or my sham'd life, in his dishonor lies:</l>
      <l n="2476">Thou kill'st me in his life, giuing him breath,</l>
      <l n="2477">The Traitor liues, the true man's put to death.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Dutchesse within.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r2-dyo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2478">What hoa (my Liege) for heauens sake let me in.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2479">What shrill‑voic'd Suppliant, makes this eager cry?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-dyo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2480">A woman, and thine Aunt (great King) 'tis I.</l>
      <l n="2481">Speake with me, pitty me, open the dore,</l>
      <l n="2482">A Begger begs, that neuer begg'd before.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2483">Our Scene is alter'd from a serious thing,</l>
      <l n="2484">And now chang'd to the Begger, and the King.</l>
      <l n="2485">My dangerous Cosin, let your Mother in,</l>
      <l n="2486">I know she's come, to pray for your foule sin.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="2487">If thou do pardon, whosoeuer pray,</l>
      <l n="2488">More sinnes for this forgiuenesse, prosper may.</l>
      <l n="2489">This fester'd ioynt cut off, the rest rests sound,</l>
      <l n="2490">This let alone, will all the rest confound.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Dutchesse.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-r2-dyo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2491">O King, beleeue not this hard‑hearted man,</l>
      <l n="2492">Loue, louing not it selfe, none other can.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yor.</speaker>
      <l n="2493">Thou franticke woman, what dost y<c rend="superscript">u</c>make here,</l>
      <l n="2494">Shall thy old dugges, once more a Traitor reare?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-dyo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2495">Sweet Yorke be patient, heare me gentle Liege.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2496">Rise vp good Aunt.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-dyo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2497">Not yet, I thee beseech.</l>
      <l n="2498">For euer will I kneele vpon my knees,</l>
      <l n="2499">And neuer see day, that the happy sees,</l>
      <l n="2500">Till thou giue ioy: vntill thou bid me ioy.</l>
      <l n="2501">By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing Boy.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-aum">
      <speaker rend="italic">Aum.</speaker>
      <l n="2502">Vnto my mothers prayres, I bend my knee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">Yorke.</speaker>
      <l n="2503">Against them both, my true ioynts bended be.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-dyo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2504">Pleades he in earnest? Looke vpon his Face,</l>
      <l n="2505">His eyes do drop no teares: his prayres are in iest:</l>
      <l n="2506">His words come from his mouth, ours from our brest.</l>
      <l n="2507">He prayes but faintly, and would be denide,</l>
      <l n="2508">We pray with heart, and soule, and all beside:</l>
      <l n="2509">His weary ioynts would gladly rise, I know,</l>
      <l n="2510">Our knees shall kneele, till to the ground they grow:</l>
      <l n="2511">His prayers are full of false hypocrisie,</l>
      <l n="2512">Ours of true zeale, and deepe integritie:</l>
      <l n="2513">Our prayers do out‑pray his, then let them haue</l>
      <l n="2514">That mercy, which true prayers ought to haue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2515">Good Aunt stand vp.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-dyo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2516">Nay, do not say stand vp.</l>
      <l n="2517">But Pardon first, and afterwards stand vp.</l>
      <l n="2518">And if I were thy Nurse, thy tongue to teach,</l>
      <l n="2519">Pardon should be the first word of thy speach.</l>
      <l n="2520">I neuer long'd to heare a word till now:</l>
      <l n="2521">Say Pardon (King,) let pitty teach thee how.</l>
      <l n="2522">The word is short: but not so short as sweet,</l>
      <l n="2523">No word like Pardon, for Kings mouth's so meet.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-yor">
      <speaker rend="italic">York.</speaker>
      <l n="2524">Speake it in French (King) say<hi rend="italic">Pardon'ne moy</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-dyo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2525">Dost thou teach pardon, Pardon to destroy?</l>
      <l n="2526">Ah my sowre husband, my hard‑hearted Lord,</l>
      <l n="2527">That set's the word it selfe, against the word.</l>
      <l n="2528">Speake Pardon, as 'tis currant in our Land,</l>
      <l n="2529">The chopping French we do not vnderstand.</l>
      <l n="2530">Thine eye begins to speake, set thy tongue there,</l>
      <l n="2531">Or in thy pitteous heart, plant thou thine eare,</l>
      <l n="2532">That hearing how our plaints and prayres do pearce,</l>
      <l n="2533">Pitty may moue thee, Pardon to rehearse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2534">Good Aunt, stand vp.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-dyo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2535">I do not sue to stand,</l>
      <l n="2536">Pardon is all the suite I haue in hand.</l>
   </sp>
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   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2537">I pardon him, as heauen shall pardon mee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-dyo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2538">O happy vantage of a kneeling knee:</l>
      <l n="2539">Yet am I sicke for feare: Speake it againe,</l>
      <l n="2540">Twice saying Pardon, doth not pardon twaine,</l>
      <l n="2541">But makes one pardon strong.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2542">I pardon him with all my hart.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-dyo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2543">A God on earth thou art.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-bol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
      <l n="2544">But for our trusty brother‑in‑Law, the Abbot,</l>
      <l n="2545">With all the rest of that consorted crew,</l>
      <l n="2546">Destruction straight shall dogge them at the heeles:</l>
      <l n="2547">Good Vnckle helpe order seuerall powres</l>
      <l n="2548">To Oxford, or where ere these Traitors are:</l>
      <l n="2549">They shall not liue within this world I sweare,</l>
      <l n="2550">But I will haue them, if I once know where.</l>
      <l n="2551">Vnckle farewell, and Cosin adieu:</l>
      <l n="2552">Your mother well hath praid, and proue you true.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-r2-dyo">
      <speaker rend="italic">Dut.</speaker>
      <l n="2553">Come my old son, I pray heauen make thee new.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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