YORK.
Well, bear you well in this new spring of time,
Lest you be cropped before you come to prime.
What news from Oxford? Do these jousts and triumphs hold?
AUMERLE.
For aught I know, my lord, they do.
YORK.
You will be there, I know.
AUMERLE.
If God prevent not, I purpose so.
YORK.
What seal is that that hangs without thy bosom?
Yea, look’st thou pale? Let me see the writing.
AUMERLE.
My lord, ’tis nothing.
YORK.
No matter, then, who see it.
I will be satisfied. Let me see the writing.
AUMERLE.
I do beseech your Grace to pardon me.
It is a matter of small consequence,
Which for some reasons I would not have seen.
YORK.
Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see.
I fear, I fear—
DUCHESS.
What should you fear?
’Tis nothing but some bond that he is entered into
For gay apparel ’gainst the triumph day.