Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove A serpent that will sting thee to the heart. Boling. O heinous, strong, and bold conspiracy! O loyal father of a treacherous son ! Thou sheer, immaculate, and silver fountain, From whence this stream through muddy pas sages Hath held his current, and defiled himself; York. So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; Boling. What shrilled-voice suppliant makes this eager cry? Duch. A woman, and thine aunt, great king; Speak with me, pity me, open the door : Boling. Our scene is alter'd,-from a serious And now changed to The Beggar and the King. York. If thou do pardon, whosoever pray, More sins, for this forgiveness, prosper may. This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rests sound; This, let alone, will all the rest confound. Enter DUCHESS. Duch. O King, believe not this hard-hearted man; Love, loving not itself, none other can. York. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here? Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear? gentle liege. Boling. Rise up, good aunt. Duch. Hear me, [Kneels. Not yet, I thee beseech: For ever will I kneel upon my knees, knee. [Kneels. York. Against them both my true joints bended be. [Kneels. Ill mayst thou thrive, if thou grant any grace! Duch. Pleads he in earnest ? look upon his face; His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest; His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast: He prays but faintly, and would be denied; Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have Duch. Nay, do not say—stand up; But pardon, first; and afterwards, stand up. An if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, nez moy. Duch. Dost thou teach pardon pardon to de stroy? Ah, my sour husband, my hard-hearted lord, Pity may move thee pardon to rehearse. Boling. Good aunt, stand up. I do not sue to stand, Pardon is all the suit I have in hand. Boling. I pardon him, as heaven shall pardon me. Duch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee! Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again; Twice saying pardon doth not pardon twain, Boling. I pardon him. Duch. With all my heart A god on earth thou art. Boling. 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: SCENE IV. Enter EXTON and a Servant. Exton. 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? Serv. Those wert his very words. Exton. Have I no friend? quoth he: he spake it twice : And urged it twice together; did he not? Serv. He did. Exton. And speaking it, he wistly look'd on me; As who should say,—I would thou wert the man SCENE V.-Pomfret. The Dungeon of the Castle. Enter KING RICHARD. K. Rich. I have been studying how to compare This prison, where I live, unto the world: And, for because the world is populous, For no thought is contented. The better sort,- As thus,-Come, little ones; and then again,— To thread the postern of a needle's eye. Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot Persudes me I was better when a king; And straight am nothing :-but, whate'er I am, |