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 Of our two cousins coming into London. York. Where did I leave? 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, Duch. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the while? Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes z With painted imag'ry, had said at once,] Our author probably was thinking of the painted clothes that were hung in the streets, in the pageants that were exhibited in his own time; in which the figures sometimes had labels issuing from their mouths, containing sentences of gratulation. MALONE. a As in a theatre, &c.] "The painting of this description (says Dryden, in his preface to Troilus and Cressida,) is so lively, and the words so moving, that I have scarce read any thing comparable to it, in any other language."STEEVENS. b - idly bent,] i. e. Carelessly turned. Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him; 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. York. Aumerle that was ;c But that is lost, for being Richard's friend, And madam, you must call him Rutland now: 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: 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. What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs? Aum. For ought I know, my lord, they do. York. You will be there, I know. Aum. If God prevent it 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; Aumerle that was;] The dukes of Aumerle, Surrey, and Exeter, were, by an act of Henry's first parliament, deprived of their dukedoms, but were allowed to retain their earldoms of Rutland, Kent, and Huntingdon.→ STEEVENS. 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. [Snatches it, and reads. Treason! foul treason!-villain! traitor! slave! Duch. What is the matter, my lord? York. Ho! who is within there? [Enter a Servant. Saddle my horse. God for his mercy! what treachery is here! Duch. Why, what is it, my lord? 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.-Poor boy, thou art amaz’d: Hence, villain: never more come in my sight. York. Give me my boots, I say. [To the Servant. Duch. Why, York, what wilt thou do? And rob me of a happy mother's name? 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. Had'st thou groan'd for him, As I have done, thou'dst be more pitiful. But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect, And that he is a bastard, not thy son : Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: Not like to me, or any of my kin, And yet I love him. York. Make way, unruly woman. [Exit. Duch. After, Aumerle; mount thee upon his horse; [Exeunt. SCENE III. Windsor. A Room in the Castle. Enter BOLINGBROKE, as King; PERCY, and other Lords. Boling. Can no man tell of my unthrifty son?d 'Tis full three months, since I did see him last: Can no man tell of my unthrifty son ?] This introduction of Henry the Fifth, which is praised by Dr. Johnson, as dramatically excellent, is historically false. At the time of Aumerle's conspiracy, which was discovered in the year 1400, the prince was only twelve years old. 1 If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. I would to God, my lords, he might be found: Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, So dissolute a crew. Percy. My lord, some two days since I saw the prince; And told him of these triumphs held at Oxford. Boling. 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. Boling. As dissolute, as desperate: yet, through both I see some sparkles of a better hope, Which elder days may happily bring forth. But who comes here? Enter AUMERLE, hastily. Aum. Where is the king! What means Our cousin, that he stares and looks so wildly? Aum. God save your grace. I do beseech your majesty, To have some conference with your grace alone. Boling. Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.- What is the matter with our cousin now? My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth, [Kneels. Boling. Intended, or committed, was this fault? If on the first, how heinous ere it be, To win thy after-love, I pardon thee. e If on the first,] i. e. If your first stand only on intention.-MALONE. |