Boling. What shrill-voiced suppliant makes this eager cry.[1839]75
Duch. A woman, and thy aunt, great king; 'tis I.[1840]
Speak with me, pity me, open the door:
A beggar begs that never begg'd before.
Boling. Our scene is alter'd from a serious thing,[1841][1842]
And now changed to 'The Beggar and the King.'[1841][1842]80
My dangerous cousin, let your mother in:
I know she is come to pray for your foul sin.[1843]
York. If thou do pardon, whosoever pray,
More sins for this forgiveness prosper may.[1844]
This fester'd joint cut off, the rest rest sound;[1845]85
This let alone will all the rest confound.
Enter Duchess.
Duch. O king, believe not this hard-hearted man![1846]
Love loving not itself none other can.
York. Thou frantic woman, what dost thou make here?[1847]
Shall thy old dugs once more a traitor rear?90
Duch. Sweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege. [Kneels.
Duch. Not yet, I thee beseech:
For ever will I walk upon my knees,[1848]
And never see day that the happy sees,
Till thou give joy; until thou bid me joy,[1849]95
By pardoning Rutland, my transgressing boy.