_Boling._ As dissolute as desperate; yet through both[1809] 20 I see some sparks of better hope, which elder years[1809][1810] May happily bring forth. But who comes here?[1809][22] _Enter_ AUMERLE.[1811] _Aum._ Where is the king? _Boling._ What means our cousin, that he stares and looks[1812][1813] So wildly?[1812] 25 _Aum._ God save your grace! I do beseech your majesty, To have some conference with your grace alone. _Boling._ Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone. [_Exeunt Percy and Lords._[1814] What is the matter with our cousin now? _Aum._ For ever may my knees grow to the earth,[1815] 30 My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth, Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak. _Boling._ Intended or committed was this fault? If on the first, how heinous e'er it be,[1816] To win thy after-love I pardon thee. 35 _Aum._ Then give me leave that I may turn the key,[1817] That no man enter till my tale be done.[1818] _Boling._ Have thy desire.[1819] _York._ [_Within_] My liege, beware; look to thyself;[1820] Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there.[1821] 40 _Boling._ Villain, I'll make thee safe.[1822] [_Drawing._ _Aum._ Stay thy revengeful hand; thou hast no cause to fear.[1822][1823] _York._ [_Within_] Open the door, secure, foolhardy king:[1824] Shall I for love speak treason to thy face? Open the door, or I will break it open. 45 _Enter_ YORK. _Boling._ What is the matter, uncle? speak;[1825][1826][1827] Recover breath; tell us how near is danger,[1826] That we may arm us to encounter it. _York._ Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know The treason that my haste forbids me show.[1828] 50 _Aum._ 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. _York._ It was, villain, ere thy hand did set it down.[1829] I tore it from the traitor's bosom, king;[1830] 55 Fear, and not love, begets his penitence:[1831] Forget to pity him, lest thy pity prove A serpent that will sting thee to the heart.[1832] _Boling._ O heinous, strong and bold conspiracy! O loyal father of a treacherous son! 60 Thou sheer, immaculate and silver fountain,[1833] From whence this stream through muddy passages Hath held his current and denied himself![1834] Thy overflow of good converts to bad,[1835] And thy abundant goodness shall excuse[1836] 65 This deadly blot in thy digressing son.[1837]