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Against the grace and person of my master,

Stocking his messenger.

Corn.

Fetch forth the stocks:

As I've life and honor, there shall he sit till noon.

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(The Lords spiritual on the right side of the throne; the Loras temporal on the left; the Commons below. Enter Bolingbroke, Aumerle, Surrey, Northumberland, Percy, Fitzwater, another Lord, Bishop of Carlisle, Abbot of Westminster, and Attendants. Officers behind, with Bagot.)

Boling. Call forth Bagot :

Now, Bagot, freely speak thy mind ;

What thou dost know of noble Gloster's death;
Who wrought it with the king, and who performed
The bloody office of his timeless end.

Bagot. Then set before my face the lord Aumerle.
Boling. Cousin, stand forth, and look upon that man.
Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know your daring tongue
Scorns to unsay what once it hath delivered.

In that dread 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 Bolingbroke's return to England;
Adding withal, how blest this land would be,
In this your cousin's death.

Aum.

Princes, and noble lords,
What answer shall I make to this base man?
Shall I so much dishonor my fair stars,
On equal terms to give him chastisement?
Either I must, or have mine honor soiled
With the attainder of his slanderous lips.
There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest,

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And will maintain, what thou hast said, is false,
In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
To stain the temper of my knightly sword.
Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou shalt not take it up.
Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best
In all this presence, that hath moved me so.

Fitz. If that thy valor 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 forgéd, with my rapier's point.

Aum. Thou darest not, coward, live to see that ung,
Fitz. Now, by my soul, I would it were this hour.
Aum. Fitzwater thou art damned to hell for this.
Percy. Aumerle, thou liest; his honor 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 darest.
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
And never brandish more revengeful steel

Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

Lord. I take the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle,

And spur thee on with full as many lies

As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear

From sun to sun there is my honor's pawn;

Engage it to the trial if thou darest.

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, 't is 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. Fitz. Surrey, thou liest.

Surrey.

Dishonorable boy!

That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,
That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lie
In earth as quiet as thy father's skull.
In proof whereof, there is my honor's pawn:

Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.

Fitz. How fondly dost th-1 spur a forward horse! If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,

I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,

And spit upon him, whilst I say, he lies,

And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,

To tie thee to my strong correction.
As I intend to thrive in this new world,
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal :
Besides, I heard the banished Norfolk say,
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
To execute the noble duke at Calais.

Aum. Some honest Christian trust me with a gage,
That Norfolk lies here I do throw down this,
If he may be repealed to try his honor.

Boling. These differences shall all rest under gage,
Till Norfolk be repealed: repealed he shall be,
And, though mine enemy, restored again

To all his land and seignories: when he's returned,
Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.

Car. That honorable day shall ne'er be seen.
Many a time hath banished Norfolk fought
For Jesu Christ: in glorious Christian field,
Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross,
Against black Pagans, Turks, and Saracens :
And, toiled with works of war, retired himself
To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave
His body to that pleasant country's earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
Under whose colors he had fought so long.
Boling. Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
Car. As sure as I live, my lord.

Boling. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom Of good old Abraham! — Lords appellants,

Your differences shall all rest under gage,

Till we assign you to your days of trial.

(Enter York, attended.)

York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee From plume-plucked Richard; who with willing soul Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields

To the possession of thy royal hand:

Ascend his throne, descending now from him—
And long live Henry, of that name the fourth!
Boling. In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.
Car. Marry, God forbid !

Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
Would God, that any in this noble presence
Were enough noble to be upright judge

Of noble Richard; then true nobless would
Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
What subject can give sentence on his king?
And who sits here, that is not Richard's subject?
Thieves are not judged, but they are by to hear,
Although apparent guilt be seen in them:
And shall the figure of God's majesty,
His captain, steward, deputy elect,
Anointed, crownéd, planted many years,
Be judged by subject and inferior breath,
And he himself not present? O, forbid it, God,
That, in a Christian climate, souls refined
Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
Stirred up by heaven, thus boldly for his king.
My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:
And if you crown him, let me prophesy, -
The blood of English shall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act :
Peace shall go sleep with Turks and Infidels,
And, in this seat of peace, tumultuous wars
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound;
Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,

Shall here inhabit, and this land be called
The field of Golgotha, and dead men's skulls.
Oh, if you rear this house against this house,
It will the woefullest division prove,

That ever fell upon this cursed earth:
Prevent, resist it, let it not be so,

Lest child, child's children, cry against you

woe !

North. Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains,

Of capital treason we arrest you here:

My lord of Westminster, be it your charge

To keep him safely till his day of trial.

May 't please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit.
Boling. Fetch hither Richard, that in common view
He may surrender; so we shall proceed

Without suspicion.

I will be his conduct.

York.
Boling. Lords, you that are here under our arrest,

(Erit.)

Procure your sureties for your days of answer:

Little are we beholden to your love,

And little looked for at your helping hands.

(Te Carlisle.)

SHAKSPEARE.

REBELLION OF HOTSPUR, MORTIMER, AND GLENDOWER

HOTSPUR- WORCESTER

MORTIMER- GLENDOWER.

Mort. These promises are fair, the parties sure,
And our induction full of prosperous hope.
Hot. Lord Mortimer, and cousin Glendower,
Will sit down?
you
And uncle Worcester.

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Glend.

A plague upon it!

No, here it is.

Sit, cousin Percy; sit, good cousin Hotspur :

For by that name as oft as Lancaster

Doth speak of you, his cheek looks pale; and with
A rising sigh, he wisheth you in heaven.

Hot. And you in hell, as often as he hears

Owen Glendower spoke of.

Glend. I cannot blame him: at my nativity,
The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes,
Of burning cressets; and at my birth,
The frame and huge foundation of the earth
Shaked like a coward.

Hot.
Why, so it would have done
At the same season, if your mother's cat had

But kittened, though yourself had ne'er been born.
Glend. I say, the earth did shake when I was born.
Hot. And I say, the earth was not of my mind,

If you suppose, as fearing you it shook.

Glend. The heavens were all on fire, the earth did tremble Hot. Oh, then the earth shook to see the heavens on fire, And not in fear of your nativity.

Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth

In strange eruptions: oft the teeming earth

Is with a kind of colic pinched and vexed

By the imprisoning of unruly wind

Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving

Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
Steeples, and moss-grown towers.

At your birth,

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