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No Fear Act 5 Scene 3
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DUKE OF YORK

[Within] Open the door, secure, foolhardy king:
Shall I for love speak treason to thy face?
45Open the door, or I will break it open.

DUKE OF YORK

(speaking from off-stage) Open the door, my foolish king. Should I harshly criticize you out of love for you? Open the door, or I’ll break it down.
Enter DUKE OF YORK
The DUKE OF YORK enters.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

What is the matter, uncle? speak;
Recover breath; tell us how near is danger,
That we may arm us to encounter it.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

What is the matter, uncle? Tell me. Catch your breath. Tell me how close the danger is so that I can prepare for it.

DUKE OF YORK

Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know
50The treason that my haste forbids me show.

DUKE OF YORK

Read this, and you’ll know what treason made me hurry so fast that I can hardly speak.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

Remember, as thou read’st, thy promise pass’d:
I do repent me; read not my name there
My heart is not confederate with my hand.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

Remember, as you read, what you just promised. I already regret it. Don’t read my name there. My heart doesn’t match what my hand wrote.

DUKE OF YORK

It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down.
55I tore it from the traitor’s bosom, king;
Fear, and not love, begets his penitence:
Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove
A serpent that will sting thee to the heart.

DUKE OF YORK

Villain, your heart believed it before your hand wrote it. I took the paper from the traitor, king. He regrets it out of fear, not out of love for you. Don’t pity him, because that pity will come back to harm you.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

O heinous, strong and bold conspiracy!
60O loyal father of a treacherous son!
Thou sheer, immaculate and silver fountain,
From when this stream through muddy passages
Hath held his current and defiled himself!
Thy overflow of good converts to bad,
65And thy abundant goodness shall excuse
This deadly blot in thy digressing son.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Oh, what a terrible and bold conspiracy! Oh, loyal father of a treacherous son! Your pure goodness overwhelms the wrongdoing of your foul son. Because you have proven yourself so loyal, I’ll forgive your son’s damnable crime.

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