Page 2956 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Y ORK
If thou do pardon, whosoever pray,
More sins for this forgiveness prosper may.
This fester’d joint cut off, the rest rest sound;
This let alone will all the rest confound. [85]
Enter Duchess.
DUCHESS
O King, believe not this hard-hearted man.
Love loving not itself, none other can.
Y ORK
Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here?
Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?
DUCHESS
Sweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege. [90]
BOLINGBROKE
Rise up, good aunt!
DUCHESS
Not yet, I thee beseech.
For ever will I walk upon my knees,
And never see day that the happy sees
Till thou give joy, until thou bid me joy
By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy. [95]
AUMERLE
Unto my mother’s prayers I bend my knee.
Y ORK
Against them both my true joints bended be.
Ill mayst thou thrive if thou grant any grace.
DUCHESS
Pleads he in earnest? Look upon his face.
His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest; [100]
His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast.
