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DUCHESS
What is the matter, my lord?
Y ORK
Ho, who is within there? Saddle my horse.
God for his mercy! What treachery is here! [75]
DUCHESS
Why, what is it, my lord?
Y ORK
Give me my boots, I say. Saddle my horse.
Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth,
I will appeach the villain.
DUCHESS
What is the matter?
Y ORK
Peace, foolish woman. [80]
DUCHESS
I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle?
AUMERLE
Good mother, be content. It is no more
Than my poor life must answer.
DUCHESS
Thy life answer?
Y ORK
Bring me my boots. I will unto the King.
His man enters with his boots.
DUCHESS
Strike him, Aumerle! Poor boy, thou art amaz’d. [85]
Hence, villain! Never more come in my sight!
