Duch. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee!
Yet am I sick for fear: speak it again;
Twice saying 'pardon' doth not pardon twain,
But makes one pardon strong.
Boling. With all my heart[1867]135
I pardon him.[1867]
Duch. A god on earth thou art.
Boling. But for our trusty brother-in-law, and the abbot,[1868]
With all the rest of that consorted crew,
Destruction straight shall dog them at the heels.
Good uncle, help to order several powers140
To Oxford, or where'er these traitors are:[1869]
They shall not live within this world, I swear,[1870]
But I will have them, if I once know where.[1870][1871]
Uncle, farewell: and, cousin too, adieu:[1870][1872]
Your mother well hath pray'd, and prove you true.[1870]145
Duch. Come, my old son: I pray God make thee new.[1866][1870]
[Exeunt.[1873]
Scene IV. The same.
Enter Exton and Servant.[1874]
Exton. Didst thou not mark the king, what words he spake,[1875]
'Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?'
Was it not so?