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DUCHESS Exit.
Exeunt.
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; [115]
And never will I rise up from the ground
Till Bolingbroke have pardoned thee. Away, be gone!
Scene III IT
Enter Bolingbroke, 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, [5]
For there, they say, he daily doth frequent
With unrestrainèd 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 - [10]
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? [15]
PERCY
His answer was he would unto the stews,
And from the common’st creature pluck a glove,
