Abbildungen der Seite
PDF
EPUB

That present medicine must be minister'd, SCENE II. A Plain, near St. Edmund's-Bury.
Or overthrow incurable ensues.
Pand. It was my breath that blew this tem- Enter, in arms, Lewis, Salisbury, Melun, Pem-

broké, Bigot, and Soldiers. pest up, Upon your stubborn usage of the Pope : Lero. My Lord Melun, let this be copied out Bit, since you are a gentle convertite,

And keep it safe for our remembrance : My tongue shall hush again this storm of war, Return the precedent to these lords again; And make fair weather in your blustering land. That having our fair order written down, On this Ascension-day, remember well,

Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes, Upon your oath of service to the pope, May know wherefore we took the sacrament, Go I to make the French lay down their arms.. And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.

[Erit. Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken. K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear prophet

A voluntary zeal, and unurg'd faith,
Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon, To your proceedings; yet, believe me, prince,
My crown I should give off? Even so I have: I am not glad that such a sore of time
I did suppose, it should be on constraint; Should seek a plaster by contemn'd revolt,
But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary. And heal the inveterate canker of one wound,

By making many: 0, it grieves my soul,
Enter the Bastard.

That I must draw this metal from my side Bast. All Kent hath yieided; nothing there to be a widow-maker; 0, and there, holds out,

Where honourable rescue and defence, But Dover castle: London hath receiv'd, Cries out upon the name of Salisbury : Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers: But such is the infection of the time, Your nobles will not hear you, but are gone That, for the health and physick of our right To offer service to your enemy;

We cannot deal but with the very hand And wild amazement hurries up and down of stern injustice and confused wrong.The little number of your doubtful friends. And is't not pity, O my grieved friends! K. John. Would not my lords return to me That we, the sons and children of this isle, again,

Were born to see so sad an hour as this; After they heard young Arthur was alive? Wherein we step after a stranger march Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up streets ;

Her enemies' ranks, (I must withdraw and weep An emply casket, where the jewel of life Upon the spot of this enforced cause,) By some damn'd hand was robb'd and ta'en To grace the gentry of a land remote, away.

And follow unacquainted colours here? K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live. What, here 2-0 nation, that thou could'st reBast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he

move ! knew.

That Neptune's arms, who clippeth thee about, But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad ? Would hear thee from the knowledge of thyself, Be great in act, as you have been in thought; And grapple thee unto a Pagan shore; Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, Where these two Christian armies might com Govern the motion of a kingly eye:

bine Be stirring as the time ; be fire with fire;. The blood of malice in a vein of league, Threaten the threat'ner, and outface the brow And not to spend it so unneighbourly! Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes, Lew. A noble temper dost thou show in this ; That borrow their behaviours from the great, And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom, Grow great by your example, and put on Do make an earthquake of nobility, The dauntless spirit of resolution.

0, what a noble combat hast thou fought, Away; and glister like the god of war

Between compulsion and a brave respect
When he intendeth to become the field :

Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
Show boldness, and aspiring confidence. That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks.
What, shall they seek the lion in his den, My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
And fright him there ? and make him tremble Being an ordinary inundation ;
there?

But this effusion of such manly drops, 0, let it not be said !-Forage, and run

This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, To meet displeasure further from the doors; Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd And grapple with him, ere he comes so nigh. Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven K. John. The legate of the pope hath been Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.

Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury, And I have made a happy peace with him; And with a great heart heave away this storm: And he hath promised to dismiss the powers Commend these waters to those baby eyes, Led by the Dauphin.

That never saw the giant world enrag'd; Bast.

O inglorious league! Nor met with fortune other than at feasts, Shall we, upon the footing of our land,

Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossiping. Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as Insinuation, parley, and base truce,

deep To aris invasive t'shall a beardless boy, Into the purse of rich prosperity, A cocker'd silken wanton brave our fields, As Lewis himself :-90, nobles, shall you all, And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,

That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. Mocking the air with colours idly spread, And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms:

Enter Pandulph, attended. Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your And even there, methinks, an angel spake : peace;

Look, where the holy legate comes apace, Or if he do, let it at least be said,

To give us warrant from the hand of heaven: 'They saw we had a purpose of defence. And on our actions set the name of right, K.' John. Have thou the ordering of this pre- With holy breath. sent ume.

Hail, noble prince of France! Bast. Away then, with good courage ; yet, 1 The next is this,-King John hath reconcil'd

Himself to Rome : his spirit is come in, Our party may well meet a prouder foe. That so stood out against the holy church,

(Eseunt. The great metropolis and see of Rome:

with me,

Pan.

know,

cry out;

Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up, Shall that victorious hand be feebled here,
And tame the savage spirit of wild war; That in your chambers gave yon chastisement ?
That, like a lion foster'd up at hand,

No: Know, the gallant monarch is in arms; It may lie gently at the foot of peace,

And like an eagle o'er his aiery towers, And be no further harmful than in show. To souce annoyance that comes near his nest Lew. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, back;

You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb I am too high-born to be propertied,

Or your dear mother England, blush, for shame : To be a secondary at control,

For your own ladies, and pale visag'd maids, Or useful serving-man, and instrument, Like Amazons, come tripping after drums; To any sovereign state throughout the world. Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars, Their neelds to lances, and their gentle hearts Between this chastis'd kingdom and myself, To fierce and bloody inclination. And brought in matter that should feed this fire; Lew. There end thy brave, and turn thy face And now 'lis far too huge to be blown out

in peace; With that same weak wind which enkindled it. We grant, thou canst outscold us: fare thee You taught me how to know the face of right,

well;
Acquainted me with interest to this land, We hold our time too precious to be spent
Yea, thrust this enterprise into my heart; With such a brabbler.
And come you now to tell me, John hath made Pand.

Give me leave to speak. His peace with Rome? What is that peace to me? Bast. No, I will speak. 1, by the honour of my marriage-bed,

Lew.

We will attend to neither :After young Arthur, claim this land for mine ; Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back, Plead for our interest, and our being here. Because that John hath made his peace with Bast. Indeed, your drums being beaten, will

Rome 1 Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome And so shall you, being beaten : Do but start borne,

An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
What men provided, what munition sent, And even at hand a drum is ready brac'd,
To underprop this actinn? is'ı not I,

That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ;
That undergo this charge? Who else but I, Sound but another, and another shall,
And such as to my claim are liable,

As loud as thine, rattle the welkin's ear,
Sweat in this business, and maintain this war? And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder for at
Have I not heard these islanders shout out,

hand Vive le roy! as I have bank'd their towns? (Not trusting to this halting legate here, Have I not here the best cards for the game, Whom he hath us'd rather for sport than need, To win this easy match play'd for a crown Is warlike John; and in his forehead sits And shall I now give o'er the yielded set ? A bare-ribb'd death, whose office is this day No, no, on my soul, it never shall be said. To feast upon whole thousands of the French.

Pand. You look but on the ontside of this work. Lew. Strike up your drums to find this danger Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return

out. Till my attempt so much be glorified

Bast. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not As to my ample hope was promised

doubt.

[Exeunt. Before I drew this gallant head of war, And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world, SCENE III. The same. A Field of Battle. To outlook conquest, and to win renown Even in the jaws of danger and of death

Alarums. Enter King John and Hubert. [Trumpet sounds.

K. John. How goes the day with us? O, ten What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us ?

me, Hubert

Hub. Badly, I fear: How fares your majesty 1 Enter the Bastard, attended.

K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so Bast. According to the fair play of the world, Let me have audience: I am sent to speak; Lies heavy on me: 0, my heart is sick! My holy lord of Milan, from the king I come to learn how you have dealt for him ;

Enter a Messenger. And, as you answer, I do know the scope Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, FaulAnd warrant limited into my tongue.

conbridge, Pand. The Danphin is too wilful-opposite, Desires your majesty to leave the field; And will not temporize with my entreaties; And send him word by me, which way you go. He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms. K. John Tell him, towards Swinstead, to tho Bast. By all the blood that ever fury breath'd, abbey there. The youth says well: now hear our English Mess. Be of good comfort; for the great supply, king;

Tha was expected by the Dauphin here, For thus his royalty doth speak in me.

Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin Sands. He is prepar'd; and reason too, he should: This news was brought to Richard but even now. This apish and unmannerly approach,

The French fight coldly, and retire themselves. This harness'd masque, and unadvis'd revel, K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up, This unhair'd sauciness, and boyish troops, And will not let me welcome this good news. The king doth smile at; and is well prepard Set on towards Swinstead; to my litter straight; To whip this dwarfish war, these pigmy arms, Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. From out the circle of his territories.

(Exeunt. That hand, which had the strength, even at your door,

SCENE IV. The same. Another part of the To cudgel yon, and make you take the hatch;

same. To dive, like buckets, in concealed wells; To crouch in litter of your stable planks ;

Enter Salisbury, Pembroke, Bigot, and others. To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and sal. I did not think the king so slor'd with trunks ;

friends. To hug with swine; to seek sweet safety out Pem. Up once again; put spirit in the French; In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake, If they miscarry, we miscarry too. Even at the crying of your nation's crow, Sal. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ; In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.

long,

[ocr errors]

Pem. They say, King John, sore sick, hath left

Enter a Messenger. the field.

Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin ? Enter Melun, wounded, and led by Soldiers. Lew.

Here :- What news 1

Mess. The count Melon is slain; the English Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here.

lords, Sal. When we were happy we had other names. By his persuasion, are again fallen off: Pem. It is the Count Melun.

And your supply, which you have wish'd so long, Sal.

Wounded to death. Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin Sands. Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and Low. Ah, foul shrewd news!-Beshrew thy very sold;

heart! Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,

I did not think to be so sad to-night,
And welcome home again discarded faith. As this hath made me.-Who was he, that said,
Seek out King John, and fall before his feet:

King John did fly, an hour or two before
For, if the French be lords of this loud day, The stumbling night did part our weary powers?
He means to recompense the pains you take, Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord.
By cutting off your heads : Thus hath he sworn,

Lew. Well; keep good quarter, and good care
And I with him, and many more with me,

to-night ;
Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's Bury; The day shall not be up so soon as I,
Even on that altar, where we swore to you To try the fair adventure of to-morrow.
Dear amity and everlasting love.

(Ereunt.
Sal. May this be possible ? may this be true ?
Mel
. Have I not hideous death within my An open place in the neighbourhood of Swin-

SCENE VI.
view
Retaining but a quantity of life;

stcad-Abbey.
Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax Enter the Bastard and Hubert, meeting.
Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire ?
What in the world should make me now deceive,

Hub. Who's there ? speak, hol speak quickly,

or I shoot. Since I must lose the use of all deceit ?

Bast. A friend :-What art thou ? Why should I then be false : since it is true

Hub. That I must die here, and live hence by truth?

of the part of England. I say again, if Lewis do win the day,

Bast. Whither dost thou go? He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours

Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I

demand
Behold another day break in the east :
But even this night,—whose black contagious of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine ?
breath

Bast. Hubert, I think.
Hub.

Thou hast a perfect thought :
Already smokes about the burning crest
Of the old, feeble, and day.wearied sun,-

I will, upon all hazards, well believe,
Even this ill
nighi, your breathing shall'expire ; Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so

well : Paying the fine of rated treachery, Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives,

Who art thou ?

Bast. If Lewis by your assistance win the day.

Who thon wilt: an if thon please, Commend me to one Hubert, with your king ;

Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think The love of him,-and this respect besides,

I come one way of the Plantagenets. For that my grandsire was an Englishman,

Hub. Unkind remembrance I thou, and eyeless Awakes my conscience to confess all this.

night, In lien whereof, I pray you, bear me hence

Have done me shame :-Brave soldier, pardon From forth the noise and rumour of the field;

me, Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Should'Scape the true acquaintance of mine

ear.

That any accent, breaking from thy tongue,
In peace, and part this body and my soul
With contemplation and devout desires.

Bast. Come, come : sans compliment, what
Sal. We do believe thee. -And beshrew my

news abroad 2

Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of But I do love the favour and the form

night, of this most fair occasion, by the which

To find you out. We will untread the steps of damned flight;

Bast. Brief, then ; and what's the news? And, like a bated and retired flood,

Hub. O, my sweet sir, news filling to the night, Leaving our rankness and irregular course,

Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. Stoop low within those bounds we have o'er

Bast. Show me the very wound of this ill news; look'd,

I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it.
And calınly run on in obedience,

Hub. The king, I fear, is poison'd by a monk :
Even to our ocean, to our great 'King John. - I left him almost speechless, and broke out
My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence; To acquaint you with this evil; that you might
For I do see the cruel pangs of death

The better arm you to the sudden time,
Right in thine eye.-Away, my friends! New Than if you had at leisure known of this.

Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to flight:

him ? And happy newness, that intends old right. [Exeunt, leading off Melun. Whose bowels

suddenly burst out:

the king

Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain,
SCENE V. The same. The French Camp. Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover.

Bast. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty!
Enter Lewis and his Train.

Hub. Why know you not ? the lords are all

come back,
Lew. The sun of heaven, methought, was loath And brought prince Henry in their company;
to set;

At whose request the king hath pardon's them,
But stay'd, and made the western welkin blush, And they are all about his majesty.
When the English measur'd backward their own Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty hea-
ground,

ven,
In faint retire: 0, bravely came we off, And tempt us not to bear above our power!
When with a volley of our needless shot, I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night,
After such bloody toil, we bid good night; Passing these flats, are taken by the tide,
And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up. These Lincoln washes have devoured them;
Last in the field, and almost lords of it! Myself, well mounted, hardly have escap'd.

soul

[ocr errors][ocr errors]

an ear.

Away, before! conduct me to the king; The tackle of my heart is crack'd and burned;
I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should

(Ereunt. sail,
SCENE VIL The Orchard of Swinstead-Are turned to one thread, one little hair:
Abbey.

My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,

Whigh holds but till thy news be uttered : Enter Prince Henry, Salisbury, and Bigot. And then all this thou seest, is but a clod, P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood And module of confounded 'royalty: Is tonch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain Bast. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward; (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling- Where, heaven die knows, how we shall answer house)

him : Doth, by the idle comments that it makes, For, in a night, the best part of my power, Foreiell the ending of mortality.

As I upon alvantage did remove,

Were in the washes, all onwarily,
Enter Pembroke.

Devoured by the unexpected flood.
Pem. His highness yet doth speak : and holds

[The King dies. belief,

Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead
That, being brought into the open air,
It would allay the burning quality

My liege! my lord !--But now a king, now thus.
Of that fell poison which assaileth him.

P. Hen. Even so inust I run on, and even so P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard stop. here.

What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, Doth he still rage ?

[Erit Bigot. When this was now a king, and now is clay! Pem.

He is more patient Bast. Ait thou gone so ? 1 do but stay behind,
Than when you left him; even now he sung. To do the office for thee of revenge ;
P. Hen. O vanity of sickness ! fierce extremes, And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,
In their continuance, will not feel themselves. As it on earth hath been thy servant still.
Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Now, now, you stars, that move in your right
Leaves them insensible ; and his siege is now

spheres,
Against the miud, the which he pricks and Where be your powers ? Show now your mendo
wounds

ed faiths ;
With many legions of strange fantasies; And instantly return with me again,
Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, To push destruction and perpetual shame
Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that death Out of the weak door of our fainting land :
should sing. -

Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought,
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, The Dauphin rages nt our very heels.
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; Sal. It seems, you know not then so much as
And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings

We ;
His soul and body to their lasting rest.

The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,
Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are Who half an honr since came from the Dauphin;
born

And brings from him such offers of our peace
To set a form upon that indigest

As we with honour and respect may take,
Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude. With purpose presently to leave this war.
Re-enter Bigot and Attendants, who bring in ourselves well sinewed to our defence.

Bast. He will the rather do it when he sees
King John in a Chair.

Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already : K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow. For many carriages he bath despatch'd roon;

To the seaside, and put his cause and quarrel
It would not out at windows, nor at doors. To the disposing of ihe cardinal :
There is so hot a summer in my bobom, With whom yourself, myself, and other lords,
That all my bowels crumble up to dust! If you think meet, this afternoon will post
I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen To consuminate this business happily.
Upon a parchment; and against this fire Bast. Let it be so :- And you, my noble prince,
Do I shrink up.

With other princes that may best be spared,
P. Henry. How fares your majesty ? Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
K. John. Poison'd, -ill fare ;-dead, forsook, P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be in-
cast off;

terr'd;
And none of you will bid the winter come, For so he will'd it.
To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;

Bast.

Thither shall it then.
Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course And happily may your sweet self put on
Through my burn'd bosom; nor entreat the north The lineal state and glory of the land !
To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, To whom, with all submission, on my knee,
And confort me with cold :- I do not ask you I do bequeath my faithful services
much,

And true subjection everlastingly.
I beg cold comfort: and you are so strait, Sal. And the like tender of our love we make
And so ingrateful, you deny me that.

To rest without a spot for evermore,
P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in my P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give
tears,

you thanks, That might relieve you!

And knows not how to do it, bnt with tears. K. John.

The salt in them is hot. Bast. O, let us pay the time but needful wo,
Within me is a hell; and there the poison Since it hath been beforehand with onr griefs.
Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize

This England never did (nor never shall)
Ou anreprievable condemned blood.

Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
Enter the Bastard.

But when it first did help to wound itself.

Now these her princes are come home again,
Bast. O, I am scalded with my violent motion, Come the three corners of the world in arms,
And spleen of speed to see your majesty. And we shall shock them : Nought shall make
K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set mine us rue,
eye

If England to itself do rest but true. (Eseund

[ocr errors][merged small]

KING RICHARD THE SECOND.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

KING RICHARD THE SECOND.

Earl of Northumberland. EDMUND of Langley, Duke of

HENRY PERCY, his Son. York,

Uncles to Lord Rose. Lord Willoughby. Lord Fitzwater JOHN of Gaunt, Duke of Lan the King Bishop of Carlisle. Abbot of Westminster. caster,

Lord Marshal; and another Lord. HENRY, surnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke SIR PIERCE of Exton.

of Hereford, Son to John of Gaunt; afler- SIR STEPHEN SCROOP. wards King Henry IV.

Captain of a Band of Welshmen.
Duke of Aume Son to the Duke of York.

Queen to King Richard.
MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.
Duke of Surrey.

Duchess of Gloster.

Duchess of York.
Earl of Salisbury. Earl Berkley.
BUSHY,

Lady attending on the Qucen.
BAGOT, Creatures to King Richard. Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Garden-
GREEN,

ers, Keeper, Groom, and other Attendants. SCENE-dispersedly in England and Wales.

ACT I.

Too good to be so, and too bad to live : SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace. Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky,

The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. Enter King Richard, attended : John of Gaunt, Once more, the more to aggravate the note, and other Nobles with him.

With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd And wish, (so please my sovereign, ere I move, Lancaster,

What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,

may prove. Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my Here to make good the boisterous late appeal,

zeal:
Which then our leisure would not let us hear, "Tis not the trial of a woman's war,
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? The bitter clan ur of two eager tongues,
Gaunt. I have, my liege.

Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain : K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this: him,

Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say: Or worthily as a good subject should,

First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me On some known ground of treachery in him ? From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that ar. Which else would post, until it had return'd gument,

These terms of treason doubled down his throat. On some apparent danger seen in him,

Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
Aim'd at your highness; no inveterate malice. And let him be no kinsman to my liege,
K. Rich. Then call them to our presence, face I do defy him, and I spit at him;
to face,

Call him-a slanderons coward, and a villain : And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear which to maintain, I would allow him odds; The accuser, and the accused, freely speak: And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot

| Ereunt some Attendants. Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, High stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Or any other ground inhabitable In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.

Mean time, let this defend my loyalty, -
Re-enter Attendants, with Bolingbroke and

By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
Norfolk.

Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw Boling. Many years of happy days befall

my gage,
My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! Disclaiming here the kindred of the king;

Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; And lay aside my high blood's royalty,
Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except:
Add an immortal title to your crown!

If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop; flatters lis,

By that, and all the rights of knighthood else, As well appeareth by the cause you come: Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.- What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? Which gently lay'd my knighthood on my Boling. First, (heaven be the record to my shoulder, speech!)

I'll answer thee in any fair degree, In the devotion of a subject's love,

Or chivalrous design of knighủy trial; Tendering the precious safety of my prince, And when I mount, alive may I not light, And free from other misbegotten hate,

If I be traitor, or unjustly fight!
Come 1 appellant to this princely presence. K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mow-
Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,

bray's charge?
And inark my greeting well ; for what I speak, It must be great, that can inherit us
My body shall make good upon this earth, So much as of a thought of ill in him.
Or my divine soul answer it in heaven;

Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant;

it true ;

« ZurückWeiter »