2. SCENE II. The same. A roomin the DUKE OF YORK's palace.
Aumerle that was;
But that is lost for being Richard's 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.
Welcome, my son: who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new come spring?
Madam, I know not, nor I greatly care not.
God knows I had as lief be none as one.
Well, bear you well in this new spring of time,
Lest you be cropp'd before you come to prime.
What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs?
For aught I know, my lord, they do.
You will be there, I know.
If God prevent not, I purpose so.
What seal is that that without thy bosom?
Yea, look'st thou pale? Let me see the writing.
My lord, 'tis nothing.
No matter, then, who see it.
I will be satisfied; let me see the writing.
I do beseech your Grace to pardon me;
It is a matter of small consequence
Which for some reasons I would not have seen.
Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see.
I fear, I fear--
What should you fear?
'Tis nothing but some bond that he is ent'red into
For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day.
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.
I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it.