Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. To whose high will we bound our calme contents.
Yorke. To Bullingbrooke, are we sworne Subiects now,
Yorke. Whose State, and Honor, I for aye allow.
Yorke. Enter Aumerle.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. Heere comes my sonne Aumerle.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. Aumerle that was,
Yor. But that is lost, for being Richards Friend.
Yor. And Madam, you must call him Rutland now:
Yor. I am in Parliament pledge for his truth,
Yor. And lasting fealtie to the new‑made King.
Dut. Welcome my sonne: who are the Violets now,
Dut. That strew the greene lap of the new‑come Spring?
Aum. Aum.
Aum. Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not,
Aum. God knowes, I had as liefe be none, as one.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Well, beare you well in this new‑spring of time