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1 Serv. What, think you then, the king shall be de
pos’d? Gard. Depress’d he is already; and depos’d, 'Tis doubt, he will be: Letters came last night To a dear friend of the good duke of York's, That tell black tidings.
Queen. O, I am press'd to death, Through want of speaking :—Thou, old Adam's likeness,
[Coming from her concealment.
Gard. Pardon me, madam : little joy have I,
Queen. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foot,
Thy sorrow in my breast.—Come, ladies, go,
grace the triumph of great Bolingbroke ?--
[:Exeunt Queen and Ladies. Gard. Poor queen! so that thy state may be no
SCENE I.- London, Westminster Hall.
The Lords spiritual on the right side of the Throne; the
Lords temporal on the left; the Commons below. En ter BOLING BROKE, AUMERLE, SURREY, NORTHUMBERLAND, Percy, FITZWATER, another Lord, Bishop of CARLISLE, Abbot of WESTMINSTER, and Attendants. Officers behind, with Bagot.
Boling. Call forth Bagot:
Bagot, Then set before my face the lord Aumerle.
Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue Scorns to unsay what once it hath deliver’d. In that dead time when Gloster’s death was plotted, I heard you say,—Is not my arm of length, That reacheth from the restful English court As far as Calais, to my uncle's head? Amongst much other talk, that very time, I heard you say, that you had rather refuse The offer of an hundred thousand crowns, Than Boling broke's return to England;
Adding withal, how blest this land would be,
Aum. Princes, and noble lords,
. Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up.
Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence, that hath mov'd me so.
Fitz. If that thy valour stand on sympathies, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: By that fair sun that shows me where thou stand'st, I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak’st it, That thou wert cause of noble Gloster's death. If thou deny’st it, twenty times thou liest; And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart, Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.
Aum. Thou dar’st not, coward, live to see that day. Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour. Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this.
Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true, In this appeal, as thou art all unjust : And, that thou art so, there I throw my gage, To prove it on thee to the extremest point Of mortal breathing; seize it, if thou dar'st,
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
Lord I take the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle;
pawn; Engage it to the trial, if thou dar’st. Aum. Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at
all: I have a thousand spirits in one breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you.
Surrey. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
Fitz. My lord, 'tis true: you were in presence then; And you can witness with me, this is true.
Surrey. As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.
Surrey. Dishonourable boy!
Fitz. How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse !