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King Richard the Second.

Lord Ross. Lord Willoughby. Lord Fitzwater.
Edmund of Langley, Duke of York; } uncles to the Bishop of Carlisle. Abbol of Westminster.
John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster; King: Lord Marshal; and another Lord.
Henry, surnamed Bolingbroke, Duke of Here- Sir Pierce of Érton. Sir Stephen Scroop.

ford, son to John of Gaunt ; afterwards King Captain of a band of Welshmen.
Henry IV.
Duke of Aumerle, son to the Duke of York. Queen to King Richard.
Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.

Duchess of Gloster.
Duke of Surrey,

Duchess of York.
Earl of Salisbury. Earl Berkley.

Lady allending on the Queen.
crealures to King Richard.

Lords, heralds, officers, soldiers, two gardeners, Green,

keeper, messenger, groom, and other attendants. Earl of Northumberland : Henry Percy, his son.

Scene, dispersedly in England and Wales,


Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ?

Boling. First (heaven be the record of 'my SCENE I.-London. A room in the palace. En

speech!). ler King Richard, allended; John of Gaunt, and In the devotion of a subject's love, other nobles, with him.

Tendering the precious safety of my prince,

And free from other misbegotten hate,
King Richard.

Come I appellant to this princely presence.-

Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster, And mark my greeting well; for what I speak, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,' My body shall make good upon this earth, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son; Or my divine soul answer it in heaven. Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant; Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Too good to be so, and too bad to live ;. Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, Gaunt. I have, my liege.

The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded Once more, the more to aggravate the note, him,

With a soul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; If he appeal the duke on ancient malice;

And wish (so please my sovereign,) ere I move, Or worthily as a good subject should,

What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword On some known ground of treachery in him?

may prove. Gaunt. As near as I could sist him on that ar Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal: gument,

'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, On some apparent danger seen in him,

The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Aim'd at your highness; no inveteraté malice. Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain : K. Rich. Then call them to our presence ; face The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this, to face,

Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear As to be hush'd, and noughi at all to say: The accuser, and the accused, freely speak: First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me

(Ereunt some attendants. From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Which else would post, until it had return'd In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

These terms of treason doubled down his throat.

Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
Re-enter attendants, with Boling broke and Norfolk. And let him be no kinsman to my liege,

Boling. May many years of happy days befall I do defy him, and I spit at him;
My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!

Call him-a slanderous coward, and a villain: Nor. Each day still betier other's happiness ;

Which to maintain, I would allow him odds; Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,

And meet him, were I lied to run a-root Add an iinmortal title to your crown!

Even lo the frozen ridges of the Alps, K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but fat- or any other ground inhabitable>

Where ever Englishman durst set his foot. As well appeareth by the cause you come ;

Mean time, let ihis defend my loyally,Namely, to appeala each other of high treason.

By all my hopes, most falsely doih he lie. Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object

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K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to com-|And throw the rider headlong in the lists, mand :

A caitiffs recreant to my cousin Hereford ! Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometime brother's wife, Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,

With her companion grief must end her life. At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day;

Gaunt. Sister, farewell: I must to Coventry : There shall your swords and lances arbitrate As much good stay with thee, as go with me! The swelling difference of your settled hate; Duch. Yet one word more ;-Grief boundeth Since we cannot atone' you, we shall see

where it falls, Justice designa the victor's chivalry.

Not with the empty hollowness, but weight :
Marshal, command our officers at arms

I take my leave before I have begun;
Be ready to direct these home alarms. (Exeunt. For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.

Commend me to my brother, Edmund York.
SCENE II.-The same. room in the Duke of Lo,

this is all:-Nay, yet depart not so: Lancaster's palace. Enter Gaunt, and Duchess Though this be all, do not so quickly go;, of Gloster.

I shall remember more. Bid him-0, what ? Gaunt. Alas! the part: I had in Gloster's blood With all good speed at Plashy visit me. Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims,

Alack, and what shall good old York there see, To stir against the butchers of his life.

But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls, But since correction lieth in those hands, Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones ? Which made the fault that we cannot correct,

And what cheer there for welcome, but my groans ? Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;

Therefore commend me; let him not come there, Who, when he sees the hours ripe on earth,

To seek out sorrow that dwells every where: Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.

Desolate, desolate, will I hence, and die ; Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.

(Eseunt. Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,

SCENE III.-Gosford Green, near Coventry. Were as seven phials of his sacred blood,

Lists set out, and a throne. Heralds, fc. alOr seven fair bianches springing from one root:

tending. Enter the Lord Marshal, and Aumerle. Some of those seven are dried by nature's course,

Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd? Some of those branches by the destinies cut: But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloster,

Aum. Yea, at all points and longs to enter in.

Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, One phial full of Edward's sacred blood,

Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. One nourishing branch of his most roval root, Aum. Why then, the champions are prepar'd, Is crack’d, and all the precious liquor spilt ; Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded, For nothing but his majesty's approach. By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe. Ah, Gaunt! his blood was thine ; that bed, that Flourish of trumpets. Enter King Richard, who womb,

takes his seat on his throne ; Gaunt, and several That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee, noblemen, who take their places. A trumpet is Made him a man; and though thou liv'st, and sounded, and answered by another trumpet with breath'st,

in. Then enter Norfolk in armour, preceded by Yet art thou slain in him : thou dost consent a herald. In some large measure to thy father's death, In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,

K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion Who was the model of thy father's lise.

The cause of his arrival here in arms: Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair:

Ask him his name; and orderly proceed In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd,

To swear him in the justice of his cause. Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy life,

Mar. In God's name, and the king's, say who Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee :

thou art, That which in mean men we entitle-patience,

And why thou com'st, thus knightly clad in arms : Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

Against what man thou com'st, and what thy What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life,

quarrel : The best way is to 'venge my Gloster's death.

Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath; Gaunt. Heaven's is the quarrel; for heaven's And so defend the heaven, and thy valour! substitute,

Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of His deputy anointed in his sight,

Norfolk; Hath caus'd his death: the which is wrongfully,

Who hither come engaged by my oath Let heaven revenge ; for I may never list

(Which, heaven defend, a knight should violate !) An angry arm against his minister.

Both to defend my loyalty and truth, Duch. Where ihen, alas! may I complain myself? To God, my king, and my succeeding issue, Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion and against the duke of Hereford that appeals me; defence.

And, by the grace of God, and this mine arm, Duch. Why then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt. To prove him, in defending of myself, Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold

A traitor to my God, my king, and me: Our cousin Hereford and sell Mowbray fight :

And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven! O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear,

(He takes his seat. That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! Or, if misfortune miss the first career,

Trumpet sounds. Enter Bolingbroke in armour, Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom,

preceded by a herald. That they may break his foaming courser's back, K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,

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Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace, Gumi. Hizven in thy good cause make thee and make us wade even in our kindred's blood ;

Therefore, we banish you our territories :Berwit, like links'ning, in the Enseution; You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of death, Althy blm dubly redoubled,

Till iwice five summers have enrich'd our belds, Bali, like amazing thygder, on the casques Shall not regrett our fair dominions, Cofini adverse perniciosa enemy:

But tread the stranger paths of banishment. Bw.yothy you'nful blood, be valiant, and live. Boling. Your will be done : This must my comBding. Mne innocency, and Saint George to for: be,

(He takes his seat. That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; No. Ilianz.) However heaven, or fortune, cast And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Then los or dies, true to kin, Richard's throne,

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