Thus plated in habiliments of war; And formally according to our law Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore com'ft thou hither, Before king Richard, in his royal lifts? [To Boling. Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight, fo defend thee heaven! Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Am I; who ready here do ftand in arms, To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; Mar. On pain of death, no perfon be so bold, Appointed to direct these fair designs. Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my fovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his majesty: For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men Then let us take a ceremonious leave, And loving farewell, of our feveral friends. Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your highness, [To K. Rich. And craves to kifs your hand, and take his leave, K. Rich. We will defcend and fold him in our arms. Coufin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight! Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, Boling. Oh, let no noble eye profane a tear For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear: The daintiest laft, to make the end moft fweet: [To Gaunt. Whose youthful fpirit, in me regenerate, i And furbish new the name of John of Gaunt, Gaunt. Heaven in thy good caufe make thee profperous! Be fwift like lightning in the execution; And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Fall like amazing thunder on the casque Of thy adverse pernicious enemy: Rouze up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live. Never did captive with a freer heart Caft off his chains of bondage, and embrace My loving lord, &c.]-To the Lord Marthal, T. Holland, Duke of Surrey. h regreet]-falute. 1 1 waxen coat,]-as eafily to be penetrated by me, as if compofed of wax ;-flexible. the cafque]-helmet. to thrive !]-1 invoke their aid, His His golden uncontroul'd enfrahchisement, - Go I to fight; Truth hath à quiet breast. Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Boling. Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen. To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, And dares him to fet forward to the fight. 2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke of Nor, folk, On pain to be found false and recreant, Both to defend himself, and to approve Attending but the fignal to begin. [A charge founded. Mar. Sound, trumpets; and fet forward, combatants. Stay, the king has thrown his warder down. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets, and their spears, And both return back to their chairs again warder]-truncheon. Withdraw with us ;-and let the trumpets found, Draw near, [A long flourish; after which, the king Speaks to the combatants. And lift, what with our council we have done, For that our kingdom's earth fhould not be foil'd Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' fwords; [And for we think, the eagle-winged pride Of sky-afpiring and ambitious thoughts," With rival-hating envy, fet you on 'To wake our peace, which in our own country's cradle 9 Shall not regreet our fair dominions, But tread the ftranger paths of banishment. Boling. Your will be done: This must my comfort be,That fun, that warms you here, fhall fhine on me; And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Which I with fome unwillingness pronounce : The fly-flow hours fhall not determinate To wake our peace,]-by thefe tumultuous jars. regreet]-revifit. The The dateless limit of thy dear exile ; The hopeless word of-never to return, Mowb. A heavy fentence, my moft fovereign liege, And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth : 'A dearer merit, not fo deep a maim As to be caft forth in the common air, That knows no touch to tune the harmony. Is made my gaoler to attend on me, What is thy sentence then, but speechless death, W After our sentence, plaining comes too late. Mowb. Then thus I turn me from my country's light, To dwell in folemn fhades of endless night. K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath with thee, Lay on our royal fword your banish'd hands; Swear by the duty that you owe to heaven, T dear]-fad, dreadful, fatal. • A dearer mede, and not, &c.-A better reward. tengoal'd]-imprisoned. W "portcullis'd,]-barr'd. " compofionate,]-plaintive, to deplore thy fate. (Our |