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No Fear Act 5 Scene 3
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DUKE OF YORK

90Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here?
Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?

DUKE OF YORK

You crazy woman, what are you doing here? Are you going to nurse another traitor with your old breasts?

DUCHESS OF YORK

Sweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege.

DUCHESS OF YORK

Sweet York, be patient. Gentle king, listen to me.
Kneels
She kneels.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Rise up, good aunt.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Get up, good aunt.

DUCHESS OF YORK

Not yet, I thee beseech:
95For 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.

DUCHESS OF YORK

Not yet, I beg you. I’ll stay on my knees and never look up again until you give me joy by forgiving Rutland, my wayward son.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

Unto my mother’s prayers I bend my knee.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

I’ll kneel, too, in support of my mother’s prayers.

DUKE OF YORK

100Against them both my true joints bended be.
Ill mayst thou thrive, if thou grant any grace!

DUKE OF YORK

I’ll kneel to oppose them. If you forgive him, you’ll only nurture more bad deeds.

DUCHESS OF YORK

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:
105He prays but faintly and would be denied;
We pray with heart and soul and all beside:
His weary joints would gladly rise, I know;
Our knees shall kneel till to the ground they grow:
His prayers are full of false hypocrisy;
110Ours of true zeal and deep integrity.
Our prayers do out-pray his; then let them have
That mercy which true prayer ought to have.

DUCHESS OF YORK

Is he serious? Look at his face. He’s not crying. His prayers are a joke. His words come from his mouth, but ours come from our hearts. He prays softly, hoping to be denied. We pray with heart and soul and all our bodies. I know his old and tired knees would like to straighten up. We’ll stay kneeling till our knees grow roots in the ground. His prayers are hypocritical, while ours are full of true desire and integrity. Our prayers are more prayer-like than his, so let our prayers be rewarded as they ought to be, with mercy.

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