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KING RICHARD II.
King Richard the Second.
Lord Ross. Lord Willoughby. Lord Fitzwater. Edmund of Langley, Duke of York; ? uncles to the Bishop of Carlisle. Abbot of Westminster. John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster; } King. Lord Marshal; and another Lord. Henry, surnamed Bölingbroke, Duke of Here- Sir Pierce of Exton. Sir Stephen Scroop.
ford, son to John of Gaunt; aflcrwards King Captain of a band of Welshmeil.
Duchess of Gloster.
Duchess of York.
Lady attending on the Queen.
Lords, heralus, officers, soldiers, two gardeners, Green,
keeper, messenger, groom, and other ailendants. 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!)
ter King Richard, altended; John of Gaurt, and in the devotion of a subject's love, olher nobles, with him.
Tendering the precious safety of my princc,
And free from other misbegotten hate,
Come I appellant to this princely presencc.-
The uglier seen 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 foul traitor's name stuff I thy throal; 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 spcaks, my right-drawn sword On some known ground of treachery in him?
may prove. Gaunt. As near as I could sist him on that are 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 claniour of two eager tongues, Aim'd at your highness; no inveterate malice. Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain : K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; lace 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 nought 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 frec 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 terins of treason doubled down his throat. Re-enter altendants, with Bolingbroke and Norfolk. And let him be no'kinsman to my liege,
Setting aside his high blood's royalty, Boling. May many years of happy days befall
I do defy him, and I spit at him ; My gracious sovereign, my most loving licge!
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 tied to run a-foot Add an immortal title to your erown!
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, K. Rich. We thank you both : yet one but Nat- or any other ground inhabitable:
Where ever Englishman durst set his foot. As well appeareth by the cause you come ;
Mean time, let this defend my loyalty, -Namely, to appeal? each other of high treason. By all my hopes, most falsely doch he lie. Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object
Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw
my gage, (1) Bond. (2) Charge (3) Uninhabitable.
Disclaiming here the kindred of a king;
Neglected my sworn duty in that case.
For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,
Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, This is my fault: As for the rest appeald,
A recreant and most degenerate traitor :
Which in myself I boldly will defend ; And, when I mount, alive may I not light, And interchangeably hurl down my gage Ill be traitor, or unjustly fight !
Upon this overweeninge traitor's foot, K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mow. To prove myself a loyal gentleman bray's charge ?
Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom: It must be great, that can inherit' us
In haste whereof, most heartily ! pray So much as of a thought of ill in him.
Your highness to assign our trial day. Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruld by
it true; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles, Let's purge this choler without letting blood : In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers ; This we prescribe though no physician; The which he hath detai'd for lewd employments, Deep malice makes too deep incision: Like a false traitor, and injurious villain. Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed; Besides I say, and will in battle prove,
Our doctors say, this is no time to bleed. Or here, or elsewhere, to the farthest verge
Good uncle, let this end where it begun; That ever was survey'd by English eye,
We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son. That all the treasons, for these eighteen years Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my Complotted and contrived in this land,
age; Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's gage. spring.
K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his. Further I say,—and further will maintain
When, Harry? when? Upon his bad life, to make all this good, Obedience bids, I should not bid again. That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death; K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down ; we bid; there Suggest' his soon-believing adversaries;
is no boot.' And, consequently, like a traitor coward,
Nor. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of
foct : blood :
My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, The one my duty owes; but my fair name, Even from the tongueless caverns of the carth, (Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,) To me for justice, and rough chastisement; To dark dishonour's use, thou shalt not have. And by the glorious worth of my descent, I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here; This arm shall do it, or this life be spent." Piere'd to the soul with slander's renom'd spear; K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood soars!
Which breath'd this poison. Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this ? K. Rich.
Rage must be withstood: Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face, Give me his gage :-Lions make leopards tame. And bid his ears a little while be deal,
Nor. Yea, but not change their spots : take but Till I have told this slander of his blood,
my shame, How God, and good men, hate so foul á liar. And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and The purest treasure mortal times afford,
Is-spotless reputation; that away,, Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. (As he is but my father's brother's son,)
A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow, Is--a bold spirit in a loyal breast. Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Mine honour is my life; both grow in one, Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize Take honour from me, and my life is done : The unstooping firmness of my upright soul; Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou; In that I live, and for that will I die. Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow.
K. Rich. "Cousin, throw down your gage; de Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, you begin. Through the false passage of lliy throat, thou liest!' Boling. O, God defend my soul from such fou Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais,
sin! Disburs'd I duly to his highness' soldiers : Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight? Thc other part reserv'd I by consent;
Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, Before this outdar'd dastard! Ere my tongue Upon remainder of a dear account,
Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong, Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear Now swallow down that lie. -For Gloster's The slavish motive of recanting sear; death,
And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, I slew him not; but to my own disgrace, Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's
(Exit Gaunt. (1) Possess. (2) Wicked. (3) Prompt. (4) Reproach to his ancestry, (5) Charged. (6) Arrogant. (7) No advantage in delay
K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to com- And throw the rider headlong in the lists,
A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford !
, 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 design? the victor's chivalry.
Not with the empty hollowness, but weight :
I take my leave before I have begun;
Commend me to my brother, Edmund York.
I shall remember more. Bid him-0, what ?-
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. spur ?
(Exeunl. 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, &c. alOr seven fair branches springing from one root:
lending. Enter the Lord Marshal, and Aúmerle. 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:
Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in. But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloster, Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, One phial full of Edward's sacred blood, One flourishing branch of his most
royal raotz, Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet
Aum. Why then, the champions are prepar'd, Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt ;
and stay 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 trumpels. 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 trumpel is Made him a man; and though thou livist, 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 life.
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 thee heaven, and thy valour! substitute,
Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of His deputy anointed in his sight,
Who hither come engaged by my path
Both to defend my loyalty and truth,
And, by the grace of God, and this mine arm,
A traitor to my God, my king, and me:
And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven! Ó, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear,
(He lakes his seal. 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,
Both who he is, and why he cometh hither
(5) À base villain. (6) Cowardly. (7) Her house in Essex.
Thus plated in habiliments of war;
Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace And formally according to our law
His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement, Depose him in the justice of his cause.
More than my dancing soul doth celebrate Mar. What is thy name ? and wherefore com’st This feast of battle with mine adversary. thou hither,
Most mighty liege,-and my companion peers, Before king Richard, in his royal lists ?
Take from my mouth the wish of happy years : Against whom comest thou; and what's thy quarrel? As gentle and as jocund, as to jest, Speak like a truc knight, so defend thee heaven! Go I to fight; Truth hath a quiet breast. Boling: Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Derby,
Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.Am I; who ready here do stand in arms,
Order the trial, marshal, and begin. To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, (The King and the Lords return to their seals. In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derbs, That he's a traitor, soul and dangerous,
Receive thy lance: and God defend the right! To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; Boling. (Rising.) Strong as a tower in hope, I And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven!
cry--amen. Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, Mar. Go bear this lance (To an officer.] to Or daring-hardy, as to touch the lists;
Thomas duke of Norfolk. Except the marshal, and such officers
1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Appointed to direct these fair designs.
Stands here for God, his sovereig), and himself, Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's On pain to be found false and recreant, hand,
To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, And bow my knee before his majesty:
A traitor to his God, his king, and hiin, For Mowbray, and mysell, are like iwo men And dares him to set forward to the fight. That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;
2 Her. Ilere standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke Then let us take a ceremonious leave,
of Norfolk, Aud loving farewell, of our several friends. On pain to be found false and recreant, Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your high- Both to defend himself, and to approve ness,
Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, And craves tó kiss your hand, and take his leave. To God, his sovereign, and to him, disloyal; K. Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our Courageously, and with a free desire,
Attending but the signal to begin. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,
Mur. Sound, truinpets; and set forward, com So be thy fortune in this royal fight!
| A charge sounded. Farewell, my blood; which is to-day thou shcd, Stay, the king hath thrown his warders down. Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. k. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their Boling. O, let no noble eve profane a tear
spcars, For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear;
And both return back to their chairs again :As contident, as is the falcon's light
Withdraw with us :-and let the trumpets sound, Against a bird, do I with Mowbray light.
While we return these dukes what we decrec. My loving lord, (To Lord Marshal.] I take my
1.1 long flourish. leave of you ;
[To the combatanls. Of you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle :
And list, what with our council we have done. Not sick, although I have to do with death; For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath. With that dear blood which it hath fostered; Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet
And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet: Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' O thou, the earthly author of my blood,
'[To Gaunt. And for we think the eagle-winged pride Whose youthful spirit, in me rerenerate, Ofsky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up
With rival-hating envy, set you on To reach at victory above my head,
To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Add prool unto my armour with thy prayers;
Draws sweet infant breath of gentle sleep; And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, Which so rous'd up with boisterous untun'd drums, That it may enter Mowbray's waxen' coat, With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, And furbish: new the name of John of Gaunt, And grating shock of wrathful iron arins, Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son.
Might from our quiet contines fright sair peace, Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee And make us wade even in our kindred's blood ;prosperous !
Therefore, wc banish you our territories:Be swill, like lightning, in the execution ; You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of death, And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,
Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields, Fall, like amazing thunder, on the casques Shall not regreet our fair dominions, Of thy advérse pernicious enemy:
But tread the stranger paths of banishment. Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live. Boling. Your will be done : This must my com Boling. Mine innocency, and Saint George to fort be, thrive!
(He takes his seat. That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; Nor. (Rising.) However heaven, or fortune, cast And those his golden beams, to you here lent,
Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. There lives or dies, true to king Richard's throne, K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier A loyal, just, and upright gentleman:
doom, Never did captive with a freer heart
Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:
The fly-slow hours shall not determinate (1) Yielding. (2) Brighten up. (3) Helmet. Play a part in a mask.
(5) Truncheon (6) Nursed.