An anxious king+an ambitious courtier=regicide (5.4.1-11) #KingedUnKinged

Enter Exton and Servants EXTON            Didst thou not mark the King, what words he spake? ‘Have I no friend will rid me of this living fear?’ Was it not so? SERVANT                               These were his very words. EXTON            ‘Have I no friend?’ quoth he. He spake it twice And urged it twice together, did he not? […]

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Pardon, finally; PLEASE get up, auntie… (5.3.128-135) #KingedUnKinged

BOLINGBROKE          Good aunt, stand up. DUCHESS                                                       I do not sue to stand. Pardon is all the suit I have in hand. BOLINGBROKE          I pardon him as God shall pardon me. DUCHESS                   O happy vantage of a kneeling knee! Yet am I sick for fear. Speak it again— Twice saying ‘pardon’ doth not pardon twain, […]

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Say ‘pardon’. SAY IT. Or I won’t move, ever (5.3.110-117) #KingedUnKinged

BOLINGBROKE          Good aunt, stand up. DUCHESS                                                       Nay, do not say ‘stand up’. Say ‘pardon’ first and afterwards ‘stand up’. And if I were thy nurse, thy tongue to teach, ‘Pardon’ should be the first word of thy speech. I never longed to hear a word till now— Say ‘pardon’ King, let pity teach thee how. […]

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The York family, on their knees… (5.3.96-97) #KingedUnKinged

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; hear me, gentle liege— [She kneels] BOLINGBROKE          Rise up, good aunt. DUCHESS                                                       Not yet, I thee beseech. […]

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Does a father’s loyalty outweigh a son’s treachery? (5.3.58-65) #KingedUnKinged

BOLINGBROKE          O heinous, strong and bold conspiracy! O loyal father of a treacherous son! Thou sheer immaculate and silver fountain From whence this stream through muddy passages Hath held his current and defiled himself! Thy overflow of good converts to bad And thy abundant goodness shall excuse This deadly blot in thy digressing son.        (5.3.58-65) […]

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