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KING RICHARD the Second.
Duke of York,

Uncles to the King.
John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster,
BOLINGBROKE, Earl of Hereford, Son to John of Gaunt,

afterwards King Henry tbe Fourth.
AUMERLL, Son to the Duke of York,
MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.
Earl of BARKLEY.
BAGOT, Servants to King Richard.
Earl of

} Faner, som to Northumberland, 2 Friends to Bolingbroke,



Bishop of CARLISLE,

Friends to King Richard,

Lords in the Parliament, 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 tbe Queen. Heralds, two Gardiners, Keeper, Melenger, and otber Ate










The COURT. Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other Nobles

and Attendants. K. Ricb. LD 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 lift him on that argument, On some apparent danger seen in him Aim'd at your Highness; no invet’rate malics.

K, Ricbe

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K. 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-ftomach'd are they both, and full of ire:
In rage, deaf as the sea; 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 tappeal each other of high treason,
Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ?

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 soul 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.

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Too good to be so, and toc bad to live.
Since the more fair and cry Ital is the sky,
The uglier seen the clouds that in it fly;
Once more, the more to aggravate the Note,
Wich a foul craitor's name Auff I thy throat,
And with, so please my Sovereign, ere I move,
What my tongue speaks, my right drawn sword may prove,
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First the fair rev'rence of your Highness curbs me
From giving reins and spurs to my free speech,
Which else would post, until it had return'd
These terms of treason doubled down his throat,
Setting afide 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 odd's,
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 Englisman durft fet his foot."
Mean time, let this defend my loyalty';
By all my hopes, most fally doth he lie.

Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
Disclaiming here the kindred of a King,
And lay alide 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 elfe,
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
What I have spoken, as what thou hast 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. Rich. 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
Vok, IV.



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