YORK.
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.
AUMERLE.
I do beseech you, pardon me. I may not show it.
YORK.
I will be satisfied. Let me see it, I say.
[Snatches it and reads it.]
Treason, foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave!
DUCHESS.
What is the matter, my lord?
YORK.
Ho! who is within there?
Enter a Servant.
Saddle my horse.
God for his mercy, what treachery is here!
DUCHESS.
Why, what is it, my lord?