THE

Tragedie of King Ri chard the fecond.

As it hath beene publikely acted by the Right Ho nourable the Lord Chamberlaine his

feruants,

By William Shake-fpeare.
Geo. Heevens

LONDON

Printed by Valentine Simmes for Andrew Wife,and are to be fold at his shop in Paules churchyard as the figne of the Angel,

Lde lohn of Gaunt time honored Lancaster, Haft thou according to thy othe and bande Brought hither Henry Herford thy bold fon, Here to make good the boiltrous late appeale Which then our leifure would not let vs heare Against the Duke of Norffolks, Thomas Mowbray? Gaunt. I hate my Leige.

King Tel me more ouer,haft thou founded him If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice,

Or worthily as a good fubiect should

On fome knowne ground of treacherie in him.

Gaunt Asheare as I could fitt him on that argument, On fome apparent danger feene in him,

Aunde at your Highneffe, no inueterate malice.

King Then tall them prefence face to face,

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And frowning brow to brow our felues will heare,
The accufer and the accufed freely fpeake:
Hie fomackt are they both, and full of ire,
In rage, deafe as the fea, haftie as fire.

Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray.

Bulling. Many yeares of happy daies befall My gratious Soucrargne, my moft louing Liege.

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Mow.

Mob. Each day ftil better others happinelle,
Vntil the heagens enuying earths good happe
Adde an immortal title to your Crowne.
King. We thanke you both, yet one but flatters vs,
As wel appeareth by the caufe you come,
Namely to appeale each other of high treason:
Coolin of Hereford what doft thou obiect
Against the Duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray?
Bul. First,heauen be the record to my speech,
In the deuotion of a fubiects loue,

Tendering the precious fafetie of my Prince,
And free from other misbegotten hate,
Come I appellant to this princely presence,
Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee,
And marke my greeting wel: for what I fpeake
My body hal make good vpon this earth,
Or my diuine foule anfwere it in heauen:
Thou art a traitour and a miscreant;
Too good to be fo,and too bad to liue,
Since the more faire and criftall is the skie
The vglier feeme the cloudes that in it flie:
Once more, the more to aggrauate the note,
With a foule traitours name ftuffe I thy throte,
And with (so please my Soueraigne)ere I move,

What my tong speaks, my right drawne fword may proue,
Mow. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeale,
Tis not the triall ofa womans war,

The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,

Can arbitrate this caufe betwixt ys twaine,

The bloud is hotte that must be coold for this,
Yet can I not of luch tame patience boast,

As to be husht and naught at al to fay.

First the faire reuerence of your highnelle curbes mee
From giving reines and fpurs to my free speech,
Which elfe would poft vntill it had returnd,

Thefe tearmes of treafon doubled downe his throat:
Setting afide his high blouds royaltie,

And let him bee no kinfman to my Leige,

I do defie him,and spit at him,

Cal him a flaunderous coward and a villaine,
Which to maintaine,I would allow him ods,
And meete him were I tide to runne afoote,
Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes,
Or any other ground inhabitable,

Where euer English man durft fette his foote,
Meane time let this defend my loyaltie,
By all my hopes most falfely doth he lie..

Bul. Pale trembling coward there I throw my gage, Difclaiming heere the kinred of a King,

And lay afide my high blouds royaltie,

Which Feare,not Reuerence makes thee to except.
If guiltie dread haue left thee so much strength,
As to take vp mine honours pawne.then ftowpe,
By that,and all the rites of Knighthood elfe,
Will I make good against thee arme to arme,
What I haue fpoke,or thou canst deuife.
Mow. Itake it vp,and by that fword I fweare,
Which gently laide my knighthood on my shoulder,
Ile anfwere thee in any faire degree,

Ochiualrous defigne of knightly triall,

And when I mount,aliue may I not light,
IfI be traitour or vniuftly fight.

King. What doth our Coofin lay to Mowbraies charges It must be great that can inherite vs,

So much as of a thought of ill in him.

Bul. Looke what I fayd my life shal prooue it true,
That Mowbray hath receiude eight thoufand nobles,
In name of Lendings for your highneffe fouldiours,
The which hee hath detainde for lewd imployments,
Like a falfe traitour and iniurious villaine,
Befides I fay,and will in battaile prooue,
Or here,or elsewhere to the furtheft Verge
That euer was furueyed by English eie,
That all the treafons for thefe eighteene yeares,
Complotted and contrived in this land:

Fetcht from falfe Mowbray their firft head and springs

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