No Fear Shakespeare: Richard II: Act 5 Scene 2

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The DUKE OF YORK s palace.	Teh DEKU OF RKOY s acelap.
Enter DUKE OF YORK and DUCHESS OF YORK	eTh UDEK OF RKYO dan teh USEDHCS OF ORYK ernte.
DUCHESS OF YORK My lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off, of our two cousins coming into London.	EUSSCHD OF OKYR My oldr, oyu otld me yuo wldou ltel eht esrt of the rtoys obuta uro wto rlisvteea gocnmi to ndLono, tluin nweepgi emad you tpos.
DUKE OF YORK Where did I leave?	EKUD OF YKRO rWehe idd I sopt teh ytors?
DUCHESS OF YORK 5 At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgovernd hands from windows tops Threw dust and rubbish on King Richards head.	DSEUHCS OF RKYO At eht ads eaplc, my ordl, nhew rdue ahdns rewe rghtoniw dsut nda bihrusb on Kgin Ridcsrah aedh mrof the prepu odwnwis.
DUKE OF YORK Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed 10 Which his aspiring rider seemd to know, With slow but stately pace kept on his course, Whilst all tongues cried God save thee, Bolingbroke! You would have thought the very windows spake, 15 So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage, and that all the walls With painted imagery had said at once Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke! 20 Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning, Bareheaded, lower than his proud steeds neck, Bespake them thus: I thank you, countrymen: And thus still doing, thus he passd along.	UDEK OF KRYO Thne, as I adsi, teh udek, aegrt noiglrBbkoe, got on a ainnetmfgci ehors thta eesemd to kwno it aws hmi adn epkt going in a lwso dna tslaeyt wya. lAl ronadu, eopple ewre caginll, God aesv yuo, rgBobneiolk! ouY duwol avhe htohtgu eth nsidwwo meevtselhs erew tilgnak. Btho odl dan uogyn lpopee ewer igkoonl uto on mih hitw apyph eredsi, nad on hte pneitda slwal all durona saw treniwt, Jessu rtocpte yuo! lWcomee, rbliongeBok! anlehMewi, he asw gtnurin shi adeh, brae of yna hlmete adn not eevn as atll as sih orhses enkc, and sadi, I nhatk you, muoncnyret. And he eondtucni nloga signya shti as he twen.
DUCHESS OF YORK Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst?	SECUDHS OF ORYK asAl, poor irdahRc? eehWr asw he girdni ehnt?
DUKE OF YORK 25 As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt, mens eyes 30 Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried God save him! No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head: Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, 35 The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steeld The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted And barbarism itself have pitied him. But heaven hath a hand in these events, 40 To whose high will we bound our calm contents. To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now, Whose state and honour I for aye allow.	UDEK OF KROY Peleop oloedk at imh whti eth ssaiiontdstcifa heyt tgmih evha rof a sugptiopnr otacr woh sceom on sgeta reatf teh stra sah ftel. yehT stdrae at him hwit encpttmo, nad no eon ceird tuo, odG asev imh! No eon wedemcol him akbc. estaInd, yhet whert tsud on sih credsa ahde. He khsoo it off twih engelt rsorwo, lweih he tobh cdeir adn iemlds as he seredtwl hwti rigfe dan eeaincpt. For mseo nraeso odG umst vahe eredanhd nyseoveer aesthr, ihoresetw heyt owlud ehav deetlm so ttah vnee a brabraain dluow have pteidi mhi. utB eavenh sah dreeord all stih, adn we sutm loowfl tis wlil. We era rBbkonsgoeil stseubjc wno, and I mstu rofreev egeclondkwa his rleu and rhoon.
DUCHESS OF YORK Here comes my son Aumerle.	HSSDUEC OF ROYK ereH ecmos my ons emAuler.
DUKE OF YORK Aumerle that was; 45 But that is lost for being Richards friend, And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: I am in parliament pledge for his truth And lasting fealty to the new-made king.	EKUD OF ROYK He wsa ekDu of emAurle, btu ecubase he asw dhrascRi idrnef, he sah otls sih ltite. oYu mtus clla mih atuRdln He earnist het litet of Elar of Rutldan. Rutland wno. vIe nrows in tPlaermian hatt he liwl orhno and oeby rou new ikng.
Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE	hTe KUED OF MULEERA reetns.
DUCHESS OF YORK Welcome, my son: who are the violets now 50 That strew the green lap of the new come spring?	HUCSDSE OF YOKR mWcleeo, my nos. Who ear eht new atrieofvs of het nkgi?
DUKE OF AUMERLE Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not: God knows I had as lief be none as one.	KDEU OF RALEEMU aMdam, I tdon kown nda I ndto arec. doG knwos I prerfe sjut as much not to be neo.
DUKE OF YORK Well, bear you well in this new spring of time, Lest you be croppd before you come to prime. 55 What news from Oxford? hold those jousts and triumphs?	EKUD OF RYOK Wlle, hdlo relsyfou tphiugr in sthi new reegmi, or yollu eid bofeer yoru miet. atWsh het snew mrof Oxdfro? eAr hte sjutos dan eviseisitft ihpgpnaen?
DUKE OF AUMERLE For aught I know, my lord, they do.	KDEU OF UELRMEA For all I nwko ethy ear.
DUKE OF YORK You will be there, I know.	EKDU OF KRYO ouY wlli be rtehe, I kwno.
DUKE OF AUMERLE If God prevent not, I purpose so.	KUED OF LEEMAUR I eman to, suslen oGd npetsver it.
DUKE OF YORK What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom? 60 Yea, lookst thou pale? let me see the writing.	UEKD OF KYOR athW is the otne ttha I ees in ryou tshri? uvoeY usjt noeg iwhet. tLe me see ahtw it yass.
DUKE OF AUMERLE My lord, tis nothing.	KEUD OF EUMERAL My dolr, sti ntingoh.
DUKE OF YORK No matter, then, who see it; I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.	DKEU OF KRYO Thne it dsonet mertta owh eess it. I ntaw to see it, dna I lliw.
DUKE OF AUMERLE I do beseech your grace to pardon me: 65 It is a matter of small consequence, Which for some reasons I would not have seen.	EUKD OF EMUELRA I ebg yuo to vigerof me. Its a lmlsa reatmt, ubt neo tath I todn wnat to esrah for ancetir ensasro.
DUKE OF YORK Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. I fear, I fear,	DKEU OF RYKO I tnwa to ees it ebauces of shteo srsaeno. I afer
DUCHESS OF YORK What should you fear? 70 Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enterd into For gay apparel gainst the triumph day.	SHCSUED OF YOKR tWha usodlh you fear? tsI jtus a ilbl orf mose efeisvt ilngtoch rfo the neibcoltaer.
DUKE OF YORK Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool. Boy, let me see the writing.	DKEU OF KYRO A lilb thta seh grniwea so slcoe to fleshmi! Wief, uyo are a fool. Byo, tel me see hatw it yssa.
DUKE OF AUMERLE 75 I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.	UEKD OF LEAEMRU I beg ouy, gofveri me. I ctna oshw uoy.
DUKE OF YORK I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.	KEDU OF ORKY I wlli ees it.
He plucks it out of his bosom and reads it	He sabgr it nda daesr it.
Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave!	noseTra! Fulo aretosn! ilVnali! Totriar! Slvae!
DUCHESS OF YORK What is the matter, my lord?	DEHUCSS OF YKRO htaW is hte trmeta, my lrod?
DUKE OF YORK Ho! who is within there?	DEUK OF RKOY yHe, who is inidse?
Enter a Servant	A sanvret trnees.
80 Saddle my horse. God for his mercy, what treachery is here!	dalSed my heors. God ahev ecymr, hwat eahcretry is ihst!
DUCHESS OF YORK Why, what is it, my lord?	EDSSCHU OF RKYO yhW, htwa is it, my ldro?
DUKE OF YORK Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse. Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth, 85 I will appeach the villain.	EUKD OF ORYK Give me my sboto nda daslde my eohsr. Now, by my hroon, my ilef, and my wov, I liwl cuaecs the nvillia.
DUCHESS OF YORK What is the matter?	UCDHSES OF YKOR hWsta eht tatrme?
DUKE OF YORK Peace, foolish woman.	KEUD OF YOKR Be tuiqe, foisloh nmwoa.
DUCHESS OF YORK I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle.	HSECDSU OF ORYK I onwt be eitqu. Waht is hte rtaemt, meAleur?
DUKE OF AUMERLE Good mother, be content; it is no more 90 Than my poor life must answer.	EDUK OF LEMARUE ooGd hetorm, tond rwroy. It is emgtosinh atth I ahev to rwanes twhi my now fiel.
DUCHESS OF YORK Thy life answer!	DHCSUSE OF YOKR rwensA twih oury lief!
DUKE OF YORK Bring me my boots: I will unto the king.	DUEK OF OYKR rnigB me my osbto. I smtu go to teh king.
Re-enter Servant with boots	heT nrasevt senert, ayicrrgn sobto.
DUCHESS OF YORK Strike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, thou art amazed. Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.	DUSECHS OF YROK iHt imh seSh ttcirsnngiu reh osn to tih eht servant. him, eeumlAr! oPro byo, ouy rae sdahugritt. Go waya, anilliv! Dnto ecmo cabk.
DUKE OF YORK 95 Give me my boots, I say.	EUKD OF RYKO evGi me my tobos, I asy.
DUCHESS OF YORK Why, York, what wilt thou do? Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own? Have we more sons? or are we like to have? Is not my teeming date drunk up with time? 100 And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age, And rob me of a happy mothers name? Is he not like thee? is he not thine own?	DSHCSEU OF YORK yWh, Yrko, whta rea ouy igong to do? ntWo ouy iedh the ircme of yuor own lihdc? Do we hvea ayn ertho noss? rAe we yelkil to eavh eomr? enAtr I oot odl to haev eldincrh? dnA rae uyo gniog to take aayw my sno in my odl gae, so I nca no oglren clal efslym a eromht? Dnoest he oklo keli oyu? nIts he yruo ons?
DUKE OF YORK Thou fond mad woman, Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy? 105 A dozen of them here have taen the sacrament, And interchangeably set down their hands, To kill the king at Oxford.	DKUE OF KOYR hooFisl omnmwada, wlli uoy ryt to vroce up htis ebtirelr rcnisaocyp? A odnze eahv onwsr adn sindge heer ttah ytlhle kill eht nkgi at ofxrOd.
DUCHESS OF YORK He shall be none; Well keep him here: then what is that to him?	DUCSSHE OF YRKO He town be one of emht. lWel epke him rehe, and enht awht liwl siht fiaafr ehav to do wtih mih?
DUKE OF YORK 110 Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son, I would appeach him.	UKDE OF KRYO eGt aayw, hfslooi mawno! nEev if he erew my son wtynet eimst evro, I wlodu cesuca mih.
DUCHESS OF YORK Hadst thou groand for him As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful. But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect 115 That I have been disloyal to thy bed, And that he is a bastard, not thy son: Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: He is as like thee as a man may be, Not like to me, or any of my kin, 120 And yet I love him.	EUDHSSC OF RKYO If uoy had noeg uhgorht barol with ihm as I hda, oyu loudw be orme uoowsrrlf. uBt own I nkow twha uyo nhitk. You nkhit taht veI deahcet on oyu, nad hatt hse a darabts adn nto uroy nos. teweS oYkr, my twese nsaudbh, todn tinhk atth ywa. He oslok as hucm ekli you as noaney odlcu. He esntod kloo nityagnh leki me, or eilk aonyen in my ayifml, but I still velo hmi.
DUKE OF YORK Make way, unruly woman!	KEUD OF OKYR akeM way, yuo diwl wanom!
Exit	He sitxe.
DUCHESS OF YORK 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. 125 Ill not be long behind; though I be old, I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: And never will I rise up from the ground Till Bolingbroke have pardond thee. Away, be gone!	HCSSDUE OF KORY Go traef him, eeAruml! eTka hsi rshoe, etg to teh inkg froeeb him, nad ebg ssnoigeefvr eoerbf he acn eevn uceasc uoy. llI be tihgr ehdbni. hghouT I am old, I acn idre as tsaf as korY. llI rpoasertt fleysm erfeob het nkgi ilnut he sah nfriogev uoy. Go on!
Exeunt	ehTy teix.

Original Text	Modern Text
The DUKE OF YORK s palace.	Teh DEKU OF RKOY s acelap.
Enter DUKE OF YORK and DUCHESS OF YORK	eTh UDEK OF RKYO dan teh USEDHCS OF ORYK ernte.
DUCHESS OF YORK My lord, you told me you would tell the rest, When weeping made you break the story off, of our two cousins coming into London.	EUSSCHD OF OKYR My oldr, oyu otld me yuo wldou ltel eht esrt of the rtoys obuta uro wto rlisvteea gocnmi to ndLono, tluin nweepgi emad you tpos.
DUKE OF YORK Where did I leave?	EKUD OF YKRO rWehe idd I sopt teh ytors?
DUCHESS OF YORK 5 At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgovernd hands from windows tops Threw dust and rubbish on King Richards head.	DSEUHCS OF RKYO At eht ads eaplc, my ordl, nhew rdue ahdns rewe rghtoniw dsut nda bihrusb on Kgin Ridcsrah aedh mrof the prepu odwnwis.
DUKE OF YORK Then, as I said, the duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed 10 Which his aspiring rider seemd to know, With slow but stately pace kept on his course, Whilst all tongues cried God save thee, Bolingbroke! You would have thought the very windows spake, 15 So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage, and that all the walls With painted imagery had said at once Jesu preserve thee! welcome, Bolingbroke! 20 Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning, Bareheaded, lower than his proud steeds neck, Bespake them thus: I thank you, countrymen: And thus still doing, thus he passd along.	UDEK OF KRYO Thne, as I adsi, teh udek, aegrt noiglrBbkoe, got on a ainnetmfgci ehors thta eesemd to kwno it aws hmi adn epkt going in a lwso dna tslaeyt wya. lAl ronadu, eopple ewre caginll, God aesv yuo, rgBobneiolk! ouY duwol avhe htohtgu eth nsidwwo meevtselhs erew tilgnak. Btho odl dan uogyn lpopee ewer igkoonl uto on mih hitw apyph eredsi, nad on hte pneitda slwal all durona saw treniwt, Jessu rtocpte yuo! lWcomee, rbliongeBok! anlehMewi, he asw gtnurin shi adeh, brae of yna hlmete adn not eevn as atll as sih orhses enkc, and sadi, I nhatk you, muoncnyret. And he eondtucni nloga signya shti as he twen.
DUCHESS OF YORK Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst?	SECUDHS OF ORYK asAl, poor irdahRc? eehWr asw he girdni ehnt?
DUKE OF YORK 25 As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt, mens eyes 30 Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried God save him! No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head: Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, 35 The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steeld The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted And barbarism itself have pitied him. But heaven hath a hand in these events, 40 To whose high will we bound our calm contents. To Bolingbroke are we sworn subjects now, Whose state and honour I for aye allow.	UDEK OF KROY Peleop oloedk at imh whti eth ssaiiontdstcifa heyt tgmih evha rof a sugptiopnr otacr woh sceom on sgeta reatf teh stra sah ftel. yehT stdrae at him hwit encpttmo, nad no eon ceird tuo, odG asev imh! No eon wedemcol him akbc. estaInd, yhet whert tsud on sih credsa ahde. He khsoo it off twih engelt rsorwo, lweih he tobh cdeir adn iemlds as he seredtwl hwti rigfe dan eeaincpt. For mseo nraeso odG umst vahe eredanhd nyseoveer aesthr, ihoresetw heyt owlud ehav deetlm so ttah vnee a brabraain dluow have pteidi mhi. utB eavenh sah dreeord all stih, adn we sutm loowfl tis wlil. We era rBbkonsgoeil stseubjc wno, and I mstu rofreev egeclondkwa his rleu and rhoon.
DUCHESS OF YORK Here comes my son Aumerle.	HSSDUEC OF ROYK ereH ecmos my ons emAuler.
DUKE OF YORK Aumerle that was; 45 But that is lost for being Richards friend, And, madam, you must call him Rutland now: I am in parliament pledge for his truth And lasting fealty to the new-made king.	EKUD OF ROYK He wsa ekDu of emAurle, btu ecubase he asw dhrascRi idrnef, he sah otls sih ltite. oYu mtus clla mih atuRdln He earnist het litet of Elar of Rutldan. Rutland wno. vIe nrows in tPlaermian hatt he liwl orhno and oeby rou new ikng.
Enter DUKE OF AUMERLE	hTe KUED OF MULEERA reetns.
DUCHESS OF YORK Welcome, my son: who are the violets now 50 That strew the green lap of the new come spring?	HUCSDSE OF YOKR mWcleeo, my nos. Who ear eht new atrieofvs of het nkgi?
DUKE OF AUMERLE Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not: God knows I had as lief be none as one.	KDEU OF RALEEMU aMdam, I tdon kown nda I ndto arec. doG knwos I prerfe sjut as much not to be neo.
DUKE OF YORK Well, bear you well in this new spring of time, Lest you be croppd before you come to prime. 55 What news from Oxford? hold those jousts and triumphs?	EKUD OF RYOK Wlle, hdlo relsyfou tphiugr in sthi new reegmi, or yollu eid bofeer yoru miet. atWsh het snew mrof Oxdfro? eAr hte sjutos dan eviseisitft ihpgpnaen?
DUKE OF AUMERLE For aught I know, my lord, they do.	KDEU OF UELRMEA For all I nwko ethy ear.
DUKE OF YORK You will be there, I know.	EKDU OF KRYO ouY wlli be rtehe, I kwno.
DUKE OF AUMERLE If God prevent not, I purpose so.	KUED OF LEEMAUR I eman to, suslen oGd npetsver it.
DUKE OF YORK What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom? 60 Yea, lookst thou pale? let me see the writing.	UEKD OF KYOR athW is the otne ttha I ees in ryou tshri? uvoeY usjt noeg iwhet. tLe me see ahtw it yass.
DUKE OF AUMERLE My lord, tis nothing.	KEUD OF EUMERAL My dolr, sti ntingoh.
DUKE OF YORK No matter, then, who see it; I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.	DKEU OF KRYO Thne it dsonet mertta owh eess it. I ntaw to see it, dna I lliw.
DUKE OF AUMERLE I do beseech your grace to pardon me: 65 It is a matter of small consequence, Which for some reasons I would not have seen.	EUKD OF EMUELRA I ebg yuo to vigerof me. Its a lmlsa reatmt, ubt neo tath I todn wnat to esrah for ancetir ensasro.
DUKE OF YORK Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. I fear, I fear,	DKEU OF RYKO I tnwa to ees it ebauces of shteo srsaeno. I afer
DUCHESS OF YORK What should you fear? 70 Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enterd into For gay apparel gainst the triumph day.	SHCSUED OF YOKR tWha usodlh you fear? tsI jtus a ilbl orf mose efeisvt ilngtoch rfo the neibcoltaer.
DUKE OF YORK Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool. Boy, let me see the writing.	DKEU OF KYRO A lilb thta seh grniwea so slcoe to fleshmi! Wief, uyo are a fool. Byo, tel me see hatw it yssa.
DUKE OF AUMERLE 75 I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.	UEKD OF LEAEMRU I beg ouy, gofveri me. I ctna oshw uoy.
DUKE OF YORK I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say.	KEDU OF ORKY I wlli ees it.
He plucks it out of his bosom and reads it	He sabgr it nda daesr it.
Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave!	noseTra! Fulo aretosn! ilVnali! Totriar! Slvae!
DUCHESS OF YORK What is the matter, my lord?	DEHUCSS OF YKRO htaW is hte trmeta, my lrod?
DUKE OF YORK Ho! who is within there?	DEUK OF RKOY yHe, who is inidse?
Enter a Servant	A sanvret trnees.
80 Saddle my horse. God for his mercy, what treachery is here!	dalSed my heors. God ahev ecymr, hwat eahcretry is ihst!
DUCHESS OF YORK Why, what is it, my lord?	EDSSCHU OF RKYO yhW, htwa is it, my ldro?
DUKE OF YORK Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse. Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth, 85 I will appeach the villain.	EUKD OF ORYK Give me my sboto nda daslde my eohsr. Now, by my hroon, my ilef, and my wov, I liwl cuaecs the nvillia.
DUCHESS OF YORK What is the matter?	UCDHSES OF YKOR hWsta eht tatrme?
DUKE OF YORK Peace, foolish woman.	KEUD OF YOKR Be tuiqe, foisloh nmwoa.
DUCHESS OF YORK I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle.	HSECDSU OF ORYK I onwt be eitqu. Waht is hte rtaemt, meAleur?
DUKE OF AUMERLE Good mother, be content; it is no more 90 Than my poor life must answer.	EDUK OF LEMARUE ooGd hetorm, tond rwroy. It is emgtosinh atth I ahev to rwanes twhi my now fiel.
DUCHESS OF YORK Thy life answer!	DHCSUSE OF YOKR rwensA twih oury lief!
DUKE OF YORK Bring me my boots: I will unto the king.	DUEK OF OYKR rnigB me my osbto. I smtu go to teh king.
Re-enter Servant with boots	heT nrasevt senert, ayicrrgn sobto.
DUCHESS OF YORK Strike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, thou art amazed. Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.	DUSECHS OF YROK iHt imh seSh ttcirsnngiu reh osn to tih eht servant. him, eeumlAr! oPro byo, ouy rae sdahugritt. Go waya, anilliv! Dnto ecmo cabk.
DUKE OF YORK 95 Give me my boots, I say.	EUKD OF RYKO evGi me my tobos, I asy.
DUCHESS OF YORK Why, York, what wilt thou do? Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own? Have we more sons? or are we like to have? Is not my teeming date drunk up with time? 100 And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age, And rob me of a happy mothers name? Is he not like thee? is he not thine own?	DSHCSEU OF YORK yWh, Yrko, whta rea ouy igong to do? ntWo ouy iedh the ircme of yuor own lihdc? Do we hvea ayn ertho noss? rAe we yelkil to eavh eomr? enAtr I oot odl to haev eldincrh? dnA rae uyo gniog to take aayw my sno in my odl gae, so I nca no oglren clal efslym a eromht? Dnoest he oklo keli oyu? nIts he yruo ons?
DUKE OF YORK Thou fond mad woman, Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy? 105 A dozen of them here have taen the sacrament, And interchangeably set down their hands, To kill the king at Oxford.	DKUE OF KOYR hooFisl omnmwada, wlli uoy ryt to vroce up htis ebtirelr rcnisaocyp? A odnze eahv onwsr adn sindge heer ttah ytlhle kill eht nkgi at ofxrOd.
DUCHESS OF YORK He shall be none; Well keep him here: then what is that to him?	DUCSSHE OF YRKO He town be one of emht. lWel epke him rehe, and enht awht liwl siht fiaafr ehav to do wtih mih?
DUKE OF YORK 110 Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son, I would appeach him.	UKDE OF KRYO eGt aayw, hfslooi mawno! nEev if he erew my son wtynet eimst evro, I wlodu cesuca mih.
DUCHESS OF YORK Hadst thou groand for him As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful. But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect 115 That I have been disloyal to thy bed, And that he is a bastard, not thy son: Sweet York, sweet husband, be not of that mind: He is as like thee as a man may be, Not like to me, or any of my kin, 120 And yet I love him.	EUDHSSC OF RKYO If uoy had noeg uhgorht barol with ihm as I hda, oyu loudw be orme uoowsrrlf. uBt own I nkow twha uyo nhitk. You nkhit taht veI deahcet on oyu, nad hatt hse a darabts adn nto uroy nos. teweS oYkr, my twese nsaudbh, todn tinhk atth ywa. He oslok as hucm ekli you as noaney odlcu. He esntod kloo nityagnh leki me, or eilk aonyen in my ayifml, but I still velo hmi.
DUKE OF YORK Make way, unruly woman!	KEUD OF OKYR akeM way, yuo diwl wanom!
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DUCHESS OF YORK 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. 125 Ill not be long behind; though I be old, I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: And never will I rise up from the ground Till Bolingbroke have pardond thee. Away, be gone!	HCSSDUE OF KORY Go traef him, eeAruml! eTka hsi rshoe, etg to teh inkg froeeb him, nad ebg ssnoigeefvr eoerbf he acn eevn uceasc uoy. llI be tihgr ehdbni. hghouT I am old, I acn idre as tsaf as korY. llI rpoasertt fleysm erfeob het nkgi ilnut he sah nfriogev uoy. Go on!
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