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Persons represented. King RichARD the SECOND.

Earl of Northumberland EOMUND of Langley, D.of York; 2 uncles to HENRY PERCY, his son. John of Gaunt, D.uf Lancaster;} the King Lord Ross. Lord WILLOUGHBY. Lord HENRY, surnamed Bolingbroke, Duke of FITZWATER.

liereford, son to John of Gaunt; ujter- Bishop of Carlisle. Abbot of Westminster. wards K'ing Henry IV.

Lord Marshal; und another Lord.
Duke of A UMERIE, .son to the Duke of York. Sir PIERCE of Exton. Sir STEPHEN Scroor.
MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.

Captuin of a bund of Welshmen.
Duke of Surrey,
Earl of Salisbury. Earl BERKLEY.

Queen to King Richurii.

Duchess of Gloster. Bagot, creatures to King Richurd. Duchess of York. GREEN,

Lady attending on the Queen.
Lords, Heralds, Oficers, Sobiliers, two Gardeners, Keeper, Messenger, Groon, and

other Attendants.
Scene,-dispersedly in England and Wales.

SCENE I. London. A Room in the Paluce. Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,

Add an immortal title to your crown!
Enter King RICHARD; attended : John of
GAUNT, and other Nobles, with him.

K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but

flatters us, K. Rich. Old Johu of Gaunt, time-honourd As well appeareth by the cause you come: Lancaster,

Namely, to appealt each other of high treason. Hast thou, according to thy oath and band , Cousin of Hereford, what dost thon object Brought bither Henry Hereford thy bold son; Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mosv. Here to make good the boisterons late appeal, bray? Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Boling. First, (heaven be the record of my Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Muw- In the devotion of a subject's love, (speech!) Gaunt. I have, my liege.

(bray? Tendering the piecions safety of my prince, K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou And free from other misbegotten hate, sounded him,

Come I appellant to this princely presence If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, Or worthily as a good subject should, Ald mark my greeting well; for what I speak, On some known ground of treachery in him? My body shall make good upon this earth, Gaunt. As near as I coald sitt kim on that Or my divine soul answer it in heaven. argument,

Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant; Ou some apparent danger seen in him, Too good to be so, and too bad to live; Aim'd at your higboess, no inveterate malice. Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; The uglier seem the cluads that in it fly. face to face,

Once more, the more to aggravate the note, And frowning brow to brow,ourselves will bear With a foul traitor's name staff I thy throat; The accuser, and the accused, freely speak :- And wish,(so please my sovereign,)ere I move,

[Exeunt some Attendants. What my longnie speaks, my right-drawn sword High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, may prove. lu rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my Re-enter Attendants, with BOLING BROKE 'Tis not the tri::l of a woman's war, and NORFOLK.

Tbe bitter clainour of two eager tongues, Boling. May many years of happy days befal Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain : My gracions sovereign, my most loving liege! The bloud is hot, that must be coold for this, Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; / Yet can I not of such lame patience buast, • Bond.

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As to be hush'rl, and nought at all to say : (me And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs Till I have told this slander of his blood II,
From giving reins and spars to my free speech; How God, and good men, hate so foul a liar.
Which else would post, nuiil it had return'd K.Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes
These terms of treasou doubled down his throat.

and ear's :
Setting aside bis high blood's royalty, Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir,
And let bim be no kinsman to my liege, (As he is bit my father's brother's son,)
I do defy him, and I spit at him;

Now by my se ptre's awe I make a vow, Call him—a slanderous coward, and a villain : Such neigtibonr nearn ss to our sacred blood Which to maintain, I would allow him odds; Shond nothing privilege him, nor partialize And meet him, were I tied to run a fuot The unstooping firmness of my upright soul; to the frozen ridges of the Alps,

He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou; Or any other grond inhabitable *

Free speech, ani fearless, I to thee allow. Where ever Englishınan durst set his foot, Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy Mean time, let this defend my Joya ty,


[liesi? By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie. Through the false passage of thy throat, thou Boling. Pale trembling coward, there 1 Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, throw my gage,

Disbursed Idnly to luis highness' soldiers : Disclaiming here the kindred of a king; The other part reserved I by consent ; And lay aside my high blood's royalty, (cept: For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, Which fear, not revere, ce, makes thee to ex. Upon remainder of a dear account, Il guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: As to take up inine honour's pawn, theo stoup; Now swallow down that lie.--For Gloster's By that, and all the rites of knighthood cise,

death, Will I make good thee, arm to arm, I slow him not; but to my own disgrace, What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. Neglected my sworn duly in that case.

Nor. I take it up; and, by thatsword I swear, For you, my rohle lord of Lancaster,
Whiclı gently lay'd my knighthood on my The honourable father to my foe,
I'll answer thee in any fair degree, (shoulder, Once did I lay in ambush for your life,
Or chivalrous design of knightly uriai: A trespass that cloth vex my grieved soul :
And, when I mount, a ive may I not light, But, ere I last received the sacrament,
Ifl be traitor, or unjustly tight!

I did confessit; zud exactly begged K. Rich. What doin our cousin lay to Mow. Your grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it. bray's charge?

This is my fault: As for the rest appeal'd”, It must be great, that can inherit+ ns

It issues from the ranconr of a villain,
So much as of a thought of ill in him. A recreant and most degenerate traitor:
Buling. Look, what I speak my life shall which in myself I boldly will defend ;
prove it true;-

[nobles. And interchangeably hurl down my gage
That Mowbray hath received eight thousand Upon this overweening** traitor's foot,
In name of lendings for your highness solo lo prove myself a loyal gentleman

(ments, Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom The which he hath detain’d for levd i employ- In haste whereof, most heartily I pray Like a false traitor, and inju ious villain. Your highness to assign our trial day. [by me; Besides I say, and will in battle prove,

K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen,beruled Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge Let's purge this choier without letting blood : That ever was survey'd by English eye,- This we prescribe though no physician; That all he treasons, for these eighteen years Deep malice makes too deep incision : Complotted and contrived in this land, (spring. Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed ; Fetch from false Mowbray their first heari and Our doctors say, this is no time to bleed. Further I say,- and further will maintain Good uncle, lei ibis end where it begun; (son. Upon bis bad life, to make all this good, We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your That he did plot the duke or Gluster's death; Guunt. To be a make-peace shall become Anggeský his soou believing adversarics;

my age :

(gage. And, consequently, like a traitor coward, Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his. of blood :


When, Harry? when? Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Obedience bids, I should not bid again. Even from the tongreless caverns of the earth, K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; To me, for justice, and rough chastisement ;

there is no boot it.

(foot: And, by the glorious worth of my descent, Nor. Myseli I throw, dread sovereign,at thy This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. My life thou shalt command, but not my shame K. Rich. How bighi a pitch bis resolution The one my duty owes; but my fair name, soars!

(Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,) Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this? To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. Nor.0, let my sovereign turn away his face, I am disgraced, impeach'd, and baffled here; Uniphabitable. + Possess. i Wicked. ♡ Prompt. | Reproach to his ancestry.

I Charged

** Arrogant. # No advantage in delay.

Pierced to the soul with slauder's venomed Is crack'd, and all the precions liquor spilt ; spear;

[blood Is hacked down, anti bis summer leaves alifadThe which no balm can cure, but his heart. By envy's land, and morder's bloody axe. {ed, Which breathed this poison.

Ah, Gaunt! bis blood was thine; that bed, K. Rich. Rage must be withstood:

that womb, Give me bis gage:- Lions make leopards tame. That metal, that self-mould, that fashioned Nor. Yea, but not change their spots; take


[ureath'st, but my shaine,

Made him a man; and thongh thou livest and And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consenti The purest treasure mortal times afford, In some large measure to thy father's death, Is-spotless reputation; that away,

In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, Men are but giided loam, or painted clay. Who was the model of thy father's life. A jewel in a ten-times-barrd-up chest Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair: Is--a bold spirit in a loyal breast.

In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, Mine honour is my life; both grow in one ; Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy life, Take honour from me, and my life is done: Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee: Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; That which in mean men we entitle-patience, In that I live, and for that will i die.

Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage; What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, do yon begin.

[foul sin! The best way is-to'venge my Gloster's death. Boling: 0, God defend my soul from such Gaunt. Heaven's is the quarrel; for hea. Shall I seem crest-fallen in iny father's sight? veu's substitute, Or with pale beggar fear impeach my height His deputy anointeit in his sight, Before this out-dar'l dastard! Ere my tongue Hath caused his death : the which if wrongfully, Shall wound mine honour with such feeble Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift wrong,

An angry arm against his minister. Or sound so base a parle, iny teeth shall tear Duch. Where, then, alas! may I complair The slavish motive of recanting fear;


(and defence. And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion Where shame doth barbour even in Mowbray's Duch, Why then, I will. Farewell, eld

face. [Erit Gaunt. (command: Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold (Gaunt, K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight: Which since we cannot do to make you friends, 0, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,

spear, At Coventry, npon St. Lambert's day; That it may cnter butcher Mowbray's breast! There shall your swords and lances arbitrate Or, if inisfortune miss the first career, The swelling difference of your settled bate ; Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, Since we cannot atone * you, we shall see That they may break his foaming conrser's back, Justice design + the victor's chivalry.

And throw the rider headlong in the lists, Marshal, command our officers at arms A caitiff | recreant to my cousin Hereford! Be ready to direct these lome-alarms.[ Exeunt. Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometiine brother's SCENE II. The same. A Room in the

wife, Duke of Lancaster's Paluce.

With her companion grief must end her life.

Gaunt. Sister farewell ; I must to Coventry: Enter GAUNT, and Duchess of Gloster.

As much good stay with thee, as go with me! Gaunt. Alas! the part; I had in Gioster's Duch. Yetone word more;-Griefboundeth blood

where it falls, Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims, Not with the empty hollowness, but weight : To stir again.t the butchers of his life, I take my leave before I have begun : But since correction lieth in those hands, For sorrow ends not when it semeth done. Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Commend me to my brotl:cr, Edmund York. Put we our quarrrel to the will of heaven; Lo, this is all:- Nay, yet depart not so; Who when he sees the hour's ripe on earth, Though this be all, do not so qnickly go; Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' leads. I shall remember more. Bid him-o, what?

Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper With all good speed at Plasly ** visit me. Hath love iu thy old blood no living fire? [ spur Alack, and what shall good old York there see, Edward's seven sons, whereofthyself art one, But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls, Were as seven phials of his sacred blood, Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? Or seven fair branches springing from one And what cheer there for welcome, but my root: (course, groans?

(there, Some of those seven are dried by nature's Therefore commend me; let him not come Some of those branches by the destinies cut : To seek out sorrow that dwells every where: Bnt Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Glos- Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die; One phial full of Edward's sacred blood, (ter,- The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. One flourishing branch of his most royal root

( Ereunt. Reconcile.


| Relationship. Assent. # A base villain. Cowardly.

• Her house in Esses,

O thou,

SCENE III. Gosford Green, neur Coventry. Except the marsh 1l, and such officers
Lists set out, and a Throne. Heralds, fc. Appointed to direct these fair designs.

Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my soattending.

vereign's hand, Enter the Lord Marshal, and AUMERLE. And bow my knee before his majesty : Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men arm'd ?

[in. That vow a long and weary pilgrimage; Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enter | Then let us take a ceremonious leave, Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and | And loving farewell, of our several friends. bold,

[trumpet. Mar. Tie appellant in all duty greets your Stays but the summons of the appellant's highness,

leave. Aum. Why then, the chanıpions are pre-And craves to kiss your hand, and take his pared, and stay

K. Rich. We will desceud, and fold him Por nothing but his majesty's approach.

in our arms. Flourish of Trumpets. Enter King Rich- Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,

ARD, who takes his sent on his throne ; Su be thy fortune in this royal fight ! GAUNT, and several Noblemen, who take Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, their places. A Trumpet is sounded, and Lament we inay, but not revenge thee dead. answered by another Trumpet within. buling. (, let no noble eye profane a tear Then enter NORFOLK in urmour, preced-For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear; ed by a Herald.

As contident, as is the fa con's flight K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder cham Against a biri, do I with Mowbray fight.The cause of his arrival here in arms: [pion My loving lordi, (To Lord Marshal.j I take my Ask him his name; and orderly proceed

leave of you ;To swear him in the jasiice of his cause. Of you, my noble consin, lord Aumerle :Mar. In God's naine, and the king's, say Not sick, althongh I have to do with death ; who thon art,

[arms; Bat lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath. And why thon com’st, thus knightly clad in Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet Against what man thon com'st, and what thy The daintiesi last, to make the end most sweet : quarrel:

the earthly author of my blood, Speak traly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath;

[To GAUNT. And so defend thee heaven, and thy valour! Whose youthful spirit in me regenerate, Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke Doth with a two fuld vigour lift me up of Norfolk ;

To reach at victory above my head, Who hither come engaged by my oath, Add proof onto mine armour with thy prayers; (Which,heaven defend å knight should violate!) And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, Both to defend my loyalty and truth,

That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat, To God, my king, and my succeeding issne, And furbisht new the name of John of Gaunt, Against the duke of Hereford that appeals me; Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son. And, by the grace of God, and this mine arm, Gaunt. He ven in thy good cause make To prove him, in defending of myself,

thee prosperous ! A traitor to my God, my king, and me: Be swift like lightning in the execution; And, as I truly light, defend me heaven! And let thy blows, duubly redoubled,

[He takes his seat. Fall like amazing thondir on the casquei Trumpet sounds. Enter BOLING BROKE, Ot thy advérse P

ruicious eneiny:

(live. in armour, preceded by « Herald. Rouse up thy youthiul blood, be valiant and K. Rich. Marshal,ask yonder knight in arms, Bul ng. Mine innocency, and Saint George Both who he is, and why he cometh hither

to thaive!

(He takes his seat. Thus plated in habiliments of war;

Nori (living.) However heaven,or fortune, And formally according to our law

cast my lot, Depose him in the justice of his cause. There lives or dies, trne to king Richard's Mar. What is thy name ? and wherefore I loyal, ju-t, and opright gentleman : [throne, com'st thou hither,

Never did captive with a freer heart Before King Richard, in his royallists? (quarrel? Cast off his channs of bondage, and embrace Against whom coinest thou; and what's thy His golden uncontrolid eniranchisement, Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven More than my dancing soul doth celebrate

Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and This feast of battle with wine adversary.Aml; who readýliere do stand in arms, (Der by, Most mighty liege, and my companion peers, To prove, by heaven's grace, and my borly's Take from any mouth the wish of happy years: valour,

(folk, As gentle and as jocund, as to jest ý, In lists, on Thomas Mowbray duke of Nor- Gu I to fight : Truth bath a quiet breast. That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous,

K Rich, Farewell, my lord: securely I espy To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; Virtue with vatour conched in thinc eie. And, as I truly right, derend me beaven! Order the trial, marshal, and begin.

Mur. On pain of death, no person be so [The King and the Lords return to their Or daring hardy, as to touch the lists; [bold, seats. + Brighten up.


Play a part in a mask,

• Yielding

their spears,

Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign Derby,


(mouth: Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! And all unlook'd for from your higbncas' Boling. [Rising. ) Strong as a tower in hope, A dearer merit, not so deep a maim I cry amen.

As to be cast forth in the common air, Mar. Go bear this lance (To an Officer.] Have I deserved at your highness' hand.

to Thomas duke of Norfolk. [Derby, The language I have learn'd these forty years, 1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and My native English, now I mast forego: Stands here for God, his sovereign, and him. And now my tongue's use is to me no more, On pain to be found false and recreant, (self, Than an unstring'd viol or a harpi; To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mow. Or like a cunning instrument cased up, bray,

Or, being open, put into his hands A traitor to his God, his king, and him, That knows yo touch to tune the harmony. And dares him to set forward to the fight. Within my mouth you have engaald my 2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, tongue, duke of Norfolk,

Doubly portcullis'd I with my teeth and lips; On pain to be found false and recreant, And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance Both to defend himself, and to approve Is made my goaler to altend on me. Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, To God, his sovereign, and to him, disloyal ; Too far in years to be a pupil now; Courageously, and with a free desire,

Whatis thy sentence then, but speechless death, Attending but the signal to begin.

Which robs my tongue from breatlring native Mar. Sound, trumpets ; and set forward,


{ate g; combatants, (A Charge sounded. K. Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionStay, The king hath thrown his warder * down. After our sentence plaining comes too late. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and Nor. Then thus I turn me from any country's

light, And both return back to their chairs again :- To dwellin solemn shades of endless night. Withdraw with us; and let the trumpets sound,

(Retiring While we return these dukes what we de- K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath cree. (A long Flourish.

with thee. Draw near.

[To the Combatants. Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hards; And list, what with our council we have done. Swear hy the duty that you owe to heaven, For that ourkingdom's earth should not be soil'd (Our part therein we banish witl. yourselves) With that dear blood which it hath fostered t; To keep the oath that we administer:Anů for our eyes do hate the dire aspect You never shall(so help you truth and heaven!) Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' Einbrace each other's love in banishment; swords;

Nor never look upon each other's face; [And for we think the eagle-winged pride Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, This lowering tempest of your home-bred hate; With rival-hating envy, set you on (cradle Nor never by advised || purpose meet, To wake our peace, which in our country's To plot, contrive, or complot any ill, Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;] 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land. Which so roused up with boisterous untuned Boling. I swear. drums,

Nor. And I, to keep all this. With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, Boling. Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy :And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, By this time, had the king permitted us, Might from our quiet confiues fright fair peace, One of our souls had wander'd in the air, And make us wade even in our kindred's blood; Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh, Therefore we banish you our territories :- As now our flesh is banish'd from this land: You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of death, Confess thy treasons, ere thou fly the realm; Till twice five summers have enrich'l our fields, Since thou hast far to go, bear not along Shall not regreet our fair dominions,

The clogging burden of a guilty soul. But tread the stranger paths of banishment. Nor. No, Boling broke, if ever I were Boling. Your will be done: tbis must my

traitor, comfort be,

(me; | My name he blotted from the book of life, That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on And I from heaven bapish'd, as from hence! And those his golden beams, to you here lent, But what thou art, Leaven, thou, and I do Shall point on me, and gild my banishment.

know; K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a hea- And all too soon, I fear, the king shall vier doom,

Farewell, my liege :-Now no way can I stray; Which I with some unwillingness pronounce: Save back to England, all the world's my The fly-slow hours shall not determinate


[Exit. The dateless limit of thy dear exile;

K. Rich. Uncle, even in the glasses of thine The hopeless word of -never to return

eyes Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life. I sec tły grieved heart; thy sad aspéct • Truncheon. + Nurhed. Barred. To muve compassion.

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