SCENE II. London. A Room in the Duke of YORK's Palace. Enter YORK, and the Duchess. Duch. My lord, you told me, you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off, Of our two cousins coming into London. Duch. At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgovern'd hands, from windows' tops, Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know, With slow but stately pace kept on his course, While all tongues cried-"God save thee, Boling broke!" You would have thought the very windows spake, So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rode he the York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, 4 where RODE he the whilst ?] This is the reading of the first quarto: the others," where rides he the whilst ?" Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard: no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; 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. Duch. Here comes my son Aumerle. Aumerle that was; York. Enter AUMERLE. 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. 3 Did scowl on GENTLE Richard:] This important epithet is wanting in the folio, but is found in all the quartos. Malone, who professed generally to follow the first edition, omitted "gentle " without notice. Lines of twelve syllables are of frequent occurrence in Shakespeare, and they are more especially abundant in this play. What news from Oxford? hold those justs and tri umphs"? Aum. For aught I know, my lord, they do. York. You will be there, I know. Aum. If God prevent not; I purpose so. York. What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom"? Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing. Aum. My lord, 'tis nothing. York. 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. Boy, let me see the writing. 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? Saddle my horse. God for his mercy! what treachery is here! Duch. Why, what is it, my lord? 6 hold those justs and triumphs?] The quartos, to the sacrifice of the verse, read, "Do these justs and triumphs hold." 7 What seal is that, that HANGS without thy bosom?] The seals of deeds (as Malone observes) were formerly impressed on slips or labels of parchment appendant to them. For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph DAY.] The word "day" dropped out in the folio, 1623. It is recovered from the quartos. 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. What's the matter? York. Peace, foolish woman. Duch. I will not peace.-What is the matter, Aumerle? Aum. Good mother, be content: it is no more Than my poor life must answer. Duch. Thy life answer? York. Bring me my boots: I will unto the king. Enter Servant with boots. Duch. Strike him, Aumerle.-Poor boy, thou art amaz'd. Hence, villain! never more come in my sight. York. Give me my boots, I say. Duch. Why, York, what wilt thou do? [Exit Servant. Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own? Is he not like thee? is he not thine own? 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? My son, I would appeach him. 9 Thou FOND, mad woman,] It is almost unnecessary to say that "fond " here, as in many other places, is used in the sense of foolish. See Vol. ii. p. 37. 92, &c., and Vol. iii. p. 30. 220, &c. Duch. Hadst thou groan'd for him, As I have done, thou would'st be more pitiful. And that he is a bastard, not thy son. Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: 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, and other Boling. 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. 1 And BEAT our watch, and ROB our passengers ;] The folio absurdly transposes the words "beat" and "rob."-" And rob our watch and beat our passengers." |