_Duch._ Why, York, what wilt thou do? Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own?[1788] Have we more sons? or are we like to have? 90 Is not my teeming date drunk up with time? And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age, And rob me of a happy mother's name? Is he not like thee? is he not thine own? _York._ Thou fond mad woman,[1789] 95 Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy? A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament, And interchangeably set down their hands,[1790] To kill the king at Oxford. _Duch._ He shall be none;[1791] We'll keep him here: then what is that to him?[1791] 100 _York._ Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son,[1792][1793] I would appeach him.[1792] _Duch._ Hadst thou groan'd for him[1794] As I have done, thou wouldst be more pitiful.[1794][1795] But now I know thy mind; thou dost suspect That I have been disloyal to thy bed, 105 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,[1796] And yet I love him. _York._ Make way, unruly woman! [_Exit._ 110 _Duch._ After, Aumerle! mount thee upon his horse; Spur post, and get before him to the king,[1797] And beg thy pardon ere he do accuse thee. I'll not be long behind; though I be old, I doubt not but to ride as fast as York: 115 And never will I rise up from the ground Till Bolingbroke have pardon'd thee. Away, be gone![1798] [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _A royal Palace._ _Enter_ BOLINGBROKE, PERCY, _and other_ Lords.[1799] _Boling._ Can no man tell me of my unthrifty son?[1800] 'Tis full three months since I did see him last: If any plague hang over us, 'tis he. I would to God, my lords, he might be found:[1801] Inquire at London, 'mongst the taverns there, 5 For there, they say, he daily doth frequent, With unrestrained loose companions, Even such, they say, as stand in narrow lanes, And beat our watch, and rob our passengers;[1802] Which he, young wanton and effeminate boy,[1803] 10 Takes on the point of honour to support[1804] So dissolute a crew.[1804][1805] _Percy._ My lord, some two days since I saw the prince, And told him of those triumphs held at Oxford.[1806] _Boling._ And what said the gallant? 15 _Percy._ His answer was, he would unto the stews,[1807] And from the common'st creature pluck a glove,[1808] And wear it as a favour; and with that He would unhorse the lustiest challenger.