KING HENRY.
What means our cousin that he stares and looks so wildly?
AUMERLE.
God save your Grace! I do beseech your majesty
To have some conference with your Grace alone.
KING HENRY.
Withdraw yourselves, and leave us here alone.
[Exeunt Harry Percy and Lords.]
What is the matter with our cousin now?
AUMERLE.
[Kneels.] For ever may my knees grow to the earth,
My tongue cleave to my roof within my mouth,
Unless a pardon ere I rise or speak.
KING HENRY.
Intended or committed was this fault?
If on the first, how heinous e’er it be,
To win thy after-love I pardon thee.
AUMERLE.
Then give me leave that I may turn the key,
That no man enter till my tale be done.
KING HENRY.
Have thy desire.
[Aumerle locks the door.]