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I do not sue to stand.
Pardon is all the suit I have in hand.
BOLINGBROKE
I pardon him as God shall pardon me. [130]
DUCHESS
O, happy vantage of a kneeling knee!
Yet am I sick for fear. Speak it again:
Twice saying pardon doth not pardon twain,
But makes one pardon strong.
BOLINGBROKE
With all my heart
I pardon him.
DUCHESS
A god on earth thou art! [135]
BOLINGBROKE
But for our trusty brother-in-law and the Abbot,
With all the rest of that consorted crew,
Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.
Good uncle, help to order several powers
To Oxford, or where’er these traitors are. [140]
They shall not live within this world, I swear,
But I will have them if I once know where.
Uncle, farewell; and cousin, adieu.
Your mother well hath prayed; and prove you true.
DUCHESS
Come, my old son. I pray God make thee new. [145]
Exeunt.
Enter Sir Piers of Exton and Servants.
EXT ON
Didst thou not mark the King, what words he spake?
“Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?”
Was it not so?
