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· Mowb. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear,
Which gently lay'd my knighthood on my shoulder,
I'll answer thee in any fair degree,
Or chivalrous design of knightly trial :
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, than 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' foldiers ;
The which he hath detain’d for lewd employments,
Like a false traitor, and injurious villain. -
Besides I say, and will in battle prove,
Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge
That ever was survey'd by English eye, -
That all the treasons, for these eighteen years
Comploited and contrived in this land,
Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.
Further I say,—and further will maintain
Upon his bad life, to make all this good, -
That he did plot the duke of Glofter's death ;
** Suggest his foon-believing adversaries;
And, consequently, like a traitor coward,
Sluic'd out his innocent foul through streams of blood :
Which blood, like facrificing Abel's, cries,
Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,
To me, for justice, and rough chastisement;
And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.
i inberit us]-possess, inspire us with.
k nobles, ]-coin rated at ós. 8d.
| In name of lendings]-Granted for the payment of
- Suggef]-Stir up by false infinuations, tempt, seduce.
K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution foars !
Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?
Mowb. O, let my sovereign turn away his face,
And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
'Till I have told this Nander of his blood,
How God, and good men, hate fo foul a liar.
K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and ears :
Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir,
(As he is but my father's brother's son)
Now by my scepter's awe I make a vow,
Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood
Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize
The unstooping firmness of my upright soul :
He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou ;
Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow.
Mowb. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,
Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest!
Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais,
Disburs'd I to his highness' soldiers :
The other part reserv'd I by consent ;
For that my sovereign liege was in my debt,
Upon remainder of a " dear account,
Since last I went to France to fetch his queen :
Now swallow down that lie.For Gloster's death,
I New him not; but, to mine own disgrace,
Neglected my sworn duty in that cafe.
For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,
The honourable father to my foe,-
Once did I lay an ambush for your life,
A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul :
But, ere I last receiv'd the facrament,
I did confess it; and exactly begg'd
Your grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it.
dear account, ma considerable sum. exaaily-expressly. VOL. III. Bb
This is my fault: As for the rest appealid,
It issues from the rancour of a villain,
A recreant and most degenerate traitor :
Which in myself I boldly will defend ;
And interchangeably hurl down my gage
Upon this over-weening traitor's foot,
To prove myself a loyal gentleman
Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bofom :
In haste whereof, most heartily I pray
Your highness to allign our trial day.
K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be rul'd by me; Let's
purge this choler without letting blood :
This we prescribe, though no physician ;
Deep malice makes too deep incision:
Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed;
Our doctors say, this is no time to bleed.
Good uncle, let this end where it begun;
We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son.
Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my age:Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's gage.
K. Rich. And, Norfolk; throw down his.
Gaunt. When, Harry? when Obedience bids, I should not bid again, R. Rich. Norfolk, throw down ; we bid ; . there is no
Mowb. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot :
My life thou shalt command, but not my shame;
The one, my duty owes; but my fair name,
(Despight of death, that lives upon my grave).
To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have.
I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here;
Pierc'd to the soul with Nander's venom'd spear;
P the reft appeal'd,]-the remainder of the charge.
I there is no boot.] ='cis in vain to delay, or refuse..
The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood
Which breath'd this poison.
K. Ricb. Řage must be withstood :
Give me his gage :-Lions make leopards tame.
Mowb. Yea, but not change their spots : take but my
And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford,
Is-Spotless reputation ; that away,
Men are but gilded' loam, or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest
Is—a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Mine honour is my life; both grow
Take honour from me, and my life is done :
Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;
In that I live, and for that will I die.
K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage ;
Boling. Oh, heaven defend my soul from such foul sin
Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight?
Or with pale 'beggar face impeach my height
Before this out-dar'd dastard ? Ere my tongue
Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong,
Or found so base a parle, my teeth shall tear
* The Navish motive of recanting fear ;
And spit it bleeding, in his high disgrace,
Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face.
(Exit Gaunt. K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to command : Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Be ready, as your lives shall answer it, • loam, ]-plaster.
beggar face impeach my beight]-a face of supplication-beggar-fear -fully my high descent.
# The flavis motive of recanting fear;]-The member mov'd to speak thus flavishly.
At Coventry, upon faint Lambert's day ;
There shall your swords and lances arbitrate
The swelling difference of your settled hate ;
Since we cannot
atone you, you shall see
Justice * decide the victor's chivalry.-
Lord marshal, command our officers at arms
Be ready to direct these home-alarms.
The Duke of Lancaster's Palace.
Enter Gaunt, and Dutchess of Glofter.
Gaunt. Alas ! 'the part I had in Gloster's blood
Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims,
To ftir against the butchers of his life.
But, since correction lieth in those hands,
Which made the fault that we cannot correct,
Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven ;
Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth,
Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.
Dutch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?
Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ?
Edward's seven fons, whereof thyself art one,
Were as seven phials of his sacred blood,
Or seven fair branches, springing from one root:
Some of those seven are dry'd by nature's course,
Some of those branches by the destinies cut:
But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloster,
One phial full of Edward's sacred blood,
One flourishing branch of his most royal root,
Is crack’d, and all the precious liquor spilt ;
alone you,)--reconcile you.
* defign-mark out: the part i bad in Glofter's blood )-the relation I bore to Glofter.