Gaunt. Sifter, farewel; I muft to Coventry. Not with the empty hollownefs, but weight: For Sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done. And what hear there for welcome, but my groans ? All defolate, will I from hence, and die; The last Leave of thee takes my weeping eye. [Exeunt. Mar. MY Y lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd ? Aum. Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in. Mar. The Duke of Norfolk, fprightfully and bold, Stays but the Summons of th' Appellant's trumpet. Aum. Why, then the Champions are prepar'd, and ftay For nothing but his Majefty's approach. [Flourish. The The trumpets found, and the King enters with Gaunt, Bufhy, Bagot, and others: when they are fet, Enter the Duke of Norfolk in armour. K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder Champion The caufe of his arrival here in arms; Ask him his name, and orderly proceed To fwear him in the juftice of his Cause. Mar. In God's name and the King's, fay who thou art? [To Mowbray. And why thou com'ft, thus knightly clad in arms? Against what man thou com'ft, and what thy quarrel? Speak truly on thy Knighthood, and thine Oath, And fo defend thee heaven, and thy valour! Mowb. My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, Who hither come engaged by my oath, (Which, heav'n defend, a Knight should violate!) To God, my King, and his fucceeding Iffue, The trumpets found. Enter Bolingbroke, Appellant, in armour. K. Rich. Marshal, afk yonder Knight in arms, his fucceeding Ifue,] Such is the reading of the firft folio; the later editions read my Iflue. Mowbray's Ijue was, by this accufation, in danger of an attain der, and therefore he might come among other reasons for their fake, but the old reading is more juft and grammatical. Depose Depose him in the juftice of his Cause. Mar. What is thy name, and wherefore com'ft thou hither, Before King Richard, in his royal Lifts? [To Boling. Against whom comeft thou? and what's thy Quarrel? Speak like a true Knight, fo defend thee heav'n! Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Darby To prove, by heav'n's grace and my body's valour, To God of heav'n, King Richard, and to me; Mar. On pain of death, no perfon be so bold, Boling. Lord Marshal, let me kifs my Sovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his Majesty : For Mowbray and my felf are like two men Mar. Th' Appellant in all duty greets your High nefs, [To K. Rich. And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave. K. Rich. We will defcend and fold him in our arms. Coufin of Hereford, as thy Caufe is right, So be thy Fortune in this royal fight! Farewel, my Blood; which if to day thou fhed, Not Not fick, although I have to do with Death; The daintieft laft, to make the end most sweet: Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up To reach at Victory above my head, Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers; [fperous! Fall like amazing thunder on the Cafque Of thy adverse pernicious enemy. Rouze up thy youthful blood, be brave and live. Boling. Mine innocence, God and St. George to thrive! Mowb. However heav'n or fortune caft my lot, There lives, or dies, true to King Richard's Throne, A loyal, juft and upright Gentleman. Never did Captive with a freer heart Caft off his chains of bondage, and embrace Go I to fight: Truth hath a quiet breast. K. Rich. WARBURTON. The fenfe would perhaps have been better if the authour had written what his commentator fubftitutes K. Rich. Farewel, my lord; fecurely I espy Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and mji ty, To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, 2 Her. Here ftandeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, On pain to be found falfe and recreant, Attending but the Signal to begin. [A Charge founded. Mar. Sound, Trumpets; and fet forward, Combatants. -But ftay, the King hath thrown his warder down. And Both return back to their chairs again. Draw near; [A long Flourish; after which, the King And lift, what with our Council we have done. fubftitutes, but the rhyme to which fenfe is too often enflaved, obliged Shakespeare to write jeff, and obliges us to read it. And, |