Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth,[1781]
I will appeach the villain.
Duch. What is the matter?[1782]
York. Peace, foolish woman.[1783]80
Duch. I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle?[1784]
Aum. Good mother, be content; it is no more
Than my poor life must answer.
Duch. Thy life answer!
York. Bring me my boots: I will unto the king.
Re-enter Servant with boots.[1785]
Duch. Strike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, thou art amazed.85
Hence, villain! never more come in my sight.[1786]
York. Give me my boots, I say.[1787]