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KING RICHARD the Second.
Duke of York,
John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster. Uncles to the King.
BOLINGBROKE, Earl of Hereford, Son to John of Gaunt,
afterwards King Henry the Fourtb.
AUMERLE, Son to the Duke of York.
MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.
Earl of SALISBURY.
Earl of BARKLEY,
Bagor, Servants to King Richard.
Larl of NORTHUMBERLAND,
PERCY, Sonto Northumberland, Friends to Bolingbroke,
Bishop of CARLISLE, } Friends to King Richard,
Sir STEPHEN SCROOP, S"
Abbot of WESTMINSTER,
Sir PIERCI of Exton, one of Bolingbroke's Creatures,
A Captain of a band of Welshmen,
QUEEN to King Richard.
Duchess of GLOUCESTER,
Dutchess of York.
Ladies attending on ebe Queen. "
Heralds, two Gardiners, Keeper, Messenger, and other Ate
} Lords in the Parliament
ACT I. SCENE I.
The COURT · Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, witb orber Nobles
and Attendants. K. Ricb. O L D Jobn of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lax.
Haft thou, according to thy oath and bond, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son, Here to make good the boift'rous late appeal, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ?
Gaunt. I have, my Liege.
K. Ricb. Tell me, moreover, haft thou founded him, If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice, Or worthily, as a good subject should, On some known ground of treachery in him ?
Gaunt, As near as I could oft him on that argument, On some apparent danger seen in him Aim'd at your Highness; no invet’rate malice.
R. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face to face, And frowning brow to brow, our felves will hear Th' accuser, and th' accused freely speak: High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire: In rage, deaf as the fea; hasty as fire. SCENE X. Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray.
Boling. May many years of happy days befal
My gracious Sovereign, my most loving Liege!
Mowb. Each day still better others happiness ;
Until the heavens envying earth's good hap,
Add an immortal title to your crown!
K. Ricb. We thank you both, yet one but flatters us,
As well appeareth by the cause you come for;
Namely t appeal each other of high treason.
Coufin of Hereford, what doft thou object
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Morbray ?
Boling. First, (Heaven be the record to my speech!) In the devotion of a subject's love, Tend'ring the precious safety of my Prince, And free from other mil-begotten hate, Come I Appellant to this princely prelence.. Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, And mark my greeting well; for what I speak, My body shall make good upon this earth, Or my divine foul answer it in heaven. Thou art a traitor and a miscreant. **
Mowb. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal;
'Tis not the tryal of a woman's war,
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain ;
The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this.
Yet can I not of such tame patience boast,
As to be husht, and nought at all to say.
Too good to be so, and too bad to live.
Since the more fair and cryftal is the sky,
The uglier seem the clous that in it fly;
Once more, the more to aggravate the Note,
With a foul craitor's name fuff I thy throat,
And with, so please my Sovereign, ere I move,
What my tongue speaks, my right drawą sword may pravo
Morb. Let oot, &C.
First the fair rev'rence of your Highness curbs me
From giving reins and fpurs to my free speech,
Which else would poft, until it had return'd
Thefe terms of treason doubled down his throat,
Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
Let him but be no kinsman to my Liege,
And I defie him, and I spit at him,
Call him a Nanderous coward, and a villain ;
Which to maintain, I would allow him odds,
And meet him, were I ty'd to run a-foot
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
Or any other ground unhabitable,
Where never Englifoman durft fet his foot. '*
Mean time, let this defend my loyalty;
By all my hopes, most falny doth he lie.
Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw my'gage,
Disclaiming here the kindred of a King,
And lay aside my high blood's royalty,
(Which fear, not rev'rence, makes thee to except';)
İf guilty dread hath left thee so much strength,
As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop.
By that, and all the rites of knighthood elle,
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
What I have spoken, as what thou hart devised.
Mowb. I take it up, and by that sword I swear,
Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder,
I'll answer thee in any fair degree,
Or chivalrous design of knightly tryal ;
And when I mount, alive may I not light,
If I be traitor, or unjustly fight!
K. Ricb. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?
It must be great that can inherit us
So much as of a thought of ill in him.
Boling. Look, what I said, my life shall prove it true; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles, In name of lendings for your Highness' soldiers, The which he hath detain'd for lewd imployments; Like a false traitor and injurious villain. Besides, I say, and will in battel prove, Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge Voi. IV.