KING HENRY.
As dissolute as desperate! Yet through both
I see some sparks of better hope, which elder years
May happily bring forth. But who comes here?
Enter Aumerle.
AUMERLE.
Where is the King?
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.