SCENE 3.Windsor Castle
Enter BOLINGBROKE as King,PERCY,and other LORDS BOLINGBROKE.Can no man tell me 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.Inquire at London,'mongst the taverns there,For there,they say,he daily doth frequent With unrestrained loose companions,Even such,they say,as stand in narrow lanes And beat our watch and rob our passengers,Which he,young wanton and effeminate boy,Takes on the point of honour to support So dissolute a crew.PERCY.My lord,some two days since I saw the Prince,And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford.BOLINGBROKE.And what said the gallant?PERCY.His answer was,he would unto the stews,And from the common'st creature pluck a glove And wear it as a favour;and with that He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.BOLINGBROKE.As dissolute as desperate;yet through both I see some sparks of better hope,which elder years May happily bring forth.But who comes here?
Enter AUMERLE amazed
AUMERLE.Where is the King?BOLINGBROKE.What means our cousin that he stares and looks So wildly?AUMERLE.God save your Grace!I do beseech your Majesty,To have some conference with your Grace alone.BOLINGBROKE.Withdraw yourselves,and leave us here alone.Exeunt PERCY and LORDS What is the matter with our cousin now?AUMERLE.For ever may my knees grow to the earth,[Kneels]My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth,Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak.BOLINGBROKE.Intended or committed was this fault?If on the first,how heinous e'er it be,To win thy after-love I pardon thee.AUMERLE.Then give me leave that I may turn the key,That no man enter till my tale be done.BOLINGBROKE.Have thy desire.[The DUKE OF YORK knocks at the door and crieth]YORK.[Within]My liege,beware;look to thyself;Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.BOLINGBROKE.[Drawing]Villain,I'll make thee safe.AUMERLE.Stay thy revengeful hand;thou hast no cause to fear.YORK.[Within]Open the door,secure,foolhardy King.Shall I,for love,speak treason to thy face?Open the door,or I will break it open.
Enter YORK
BOLINGBROKE.What is the matter,uncle?Speak;Recover breath;tell us how near is danger,That we may arm us to encounter it.YORK.Peruse this writing here,and thou shalt know The treason that my haste forbids me show.AUMERLE.Remember,as thou read'st,thy promise pass'd.I do repent me;read not my name there;My heart is not confederate with my hand.YORK.It was,villain,ere thy hand did set it down.I tore it from the traitor's bosom,King;Fear,and not love,begets his penitence.Forget to pity him,lest thy pity prove A serpent that will sting thee to the heart.BOLINGBROKE.O heinous,strong,and bold conspiracy!O loyal father of a treacherous son!Thou sheer,immaculate,and silver fountain,From whence this stream through muddy passages Hath held his current and defil'd himself!Thy overflow of good converts to bad;And thy abundant goodness shall excuse This deadly blot in thy digressing son.YORK.So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd;And he shall spend mine honour with his shame,As thriftless sons their scraping fathers'gold.Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies,Or my sham'd life in his dishonour lies.Thou kill'st me in his life;giving him breath,The traitor lives,the true man's put to death.DUCHESS.[Within]I What ho,my liege,for God's sake,let me in.BOLINGBROKE.What shrill-voic'd suppliant makes this eager cry?DUCHESS.[Within]A woman,and thine aunt,great King;'tis I.Speak with me,pity me,open the door.A beggar begs that never begg'd before.BOLINGBROKE.Our scene is alt'red from a serious thing,And now chang'd to 'The Beggar and the King.'My dangerous cousin,let your mother in.I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.YORK.If thou do pardon whosoever pray,More sins for this forgiveness prosper may.This fest'red joint cut off,the rest rest sound;This let alone will all the rest confound.
Enter DUCHESS DUCHESS.O King,believe not this hard-hearted man!Love loving not itself,none other can.YORK.Thou frantic woman,what dost thou make here?Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?DUCHESS.Sweet York,be patient.Hear me,gentle liege.[Kneels]BOLINGBROKE.Rise up,good aunt.DUCHESS.Not yet,I thee beseech.
