My wife to France; from whence, set forth in pomp, Queen. And must we be divided? must we part? K. Rich. Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart. Queen. Banish us both, and send the king with me. North. That were some love, but little policy. Queen. Then whither he goes, thither let me go? K. Rich. So two, together weeping, make one woe. Weep thou for me in France, I for thee here; moans. K. Rich. Twice for one step I'll being short, groan, the way And piece the way out with a heavy heart. [They kiss. Queen. Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part, To take on me to keep and kill thy heart. [Kiss again. So, now I have mine own again, begone, K. Rich. We make woe wanton with this fond delay: Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say. 2 Allhallows, i. e. All-saints, Nov. 1. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Duke of York's Palace. Enter YORK, and his Duchess. Duch. My lord, you told me, you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed, Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know,- 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, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious: 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; Enter AUMErle. Duch. Here comes my son Aumerle. Aumerle that was; York. And lasting fealty to the new-made king. 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: Heaven 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 justs3 and triumphs? Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do. Aum. I purpose so. York. What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom? 3 Tilts and tournaments. 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. 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. Aum. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it. York. I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say. Treason [Snatches it, and reads. foul treason! villain! traitor! slave! Duch. What is the matter, my lord? York. Ho! who is within there? [Enter a Servant.] Heaven 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, art amaz'd: - Poor boy, thou 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 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? York. Away, Fond woman! were he twenty times my son, I would appeach him. Duch. Hadst thou groan'd for him, [Exit. As I have done, thou'dst be more pitiful. Duch. After, Aumerle; mount thee upon his horse ; Spur, post; and get before him to the king, [Exeunt. |