What news from Oxford? hold those justs and triumphs? For aught I know, my lord, they do. You will be there, I know. If God prevent not, I purpose so. What seal is that, that hangs without thy bosom? Yea, look'st thou pale? let me see the writing. My lord, 'tis nothing. No matter, then, who see it; I will be satisfied; let me see the writing. I do beseech your grace to pardon me: It is a matter of small consequence, Which for some reasons I would not have seen. Which for some reasons, sir, I mean to see. I fear, I fear,-- What should you fear? 'Tis nothing but some bond, that he is enter'd into For gay apparel 'gainst the triumph day. Bound to himself! what doth he with a bond That he is bound to? Wife, thou art a fool. Boy, let me see the writing. I do beseech you, pardon me; I may not show it. I will be satisfied; let me see it, I say. Treason! foul treason! Villain! traitor! slave! What is the matter, my lord? Ho! who is within there? Saddle my horse. God for his mercy, what treachery is here! Why, what is it, my lord? Give me my boots, I say; saddle my horse. Now, by mine honour, by my life, by my troth, I will appeach the villain. What is the matter? Peace, foolish woman. I will not peace. What is the matter, Aumerle. Good mother, be content; it is no more Than my poor life must answer. Thy life answer! Bring me my boots: I will unto the king. Strike him, Aumerle. Poor boy, thou art amazed. Hence, villain! never more come in my sight. Give me my boots, I say. Why, York, what wilt thou do? Wilt thou not hide the trespass of thine own? Have we more sons? or are we like to have? Is not my teeming date drunk up with time? And wilt thou pluck my fair son from mine age, And rob me of a happy mother's name? Is he not like thee? is he not thine own? Thou fond mad woman, Wilt thou conceal this dark conspiracy? A dozen of them here have ta'en the sacrament, And interchangeably set down their hands, To kill the king at Oxford. He shall be none; We'll keep him here: then what is that to him? Away, fond woman! were he twenty times my son, I would appeach him.