YORK.
If thou do pardon whosoever pray,
More sins for this forgiveness prosper may.
This festered joint cut off, the rest rest sound;
This let alone will all the rest confound.
DUCHESS.
O King, believe not this hard-hearted man.
Love loving not itself none other can.
YORK.
Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here?
Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?
DUCHESS.
Sweet York, be patient. [Kneels.] Hear me, gentle liege.
KING HENRY.
Rise up, good aunt.
DUCHESS.
Not yet, I thee beseech.
For ever will I walk upon my knees
And never see day that the happy sees,
Till thou give joy, until thou bid me joy
By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy.
AUMERLE.
Unto my mother’s prayers I bend my knee.
[Kneels.]
YORK.
Against them both, my true joints bended be.
[Kneels.]