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As gentle and as jocund, as to jest,
Go I to fight; Truth hath a quiet breast.

K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy
Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.-
Order the trial, marshal, and begin.

[The King and the Lords return to their seats.
Mar. Harry. of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,
Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!
Boling. (Rising.] Strong as a tower in hope; I

cry-amen. Mar. Go bear this lance [To an Officer.] to Tho

mas duke of Norfolk. 1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Der

by, Stands here for God, his sovereign, and him

self, On pain to be found false and recreant, To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mow

bray;

A traitor to his God, his king, and him, And dares him to set forward to the fight. 2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke

of Norfolk, On pain to be found false and recreant, Both to defend himself, and to approve Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, To God, his sovereign, and to him, disloyal; Courageously, and with a free desire, Attending but the signal to begin. Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants.

[A Charge sounded. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.

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? As gentle and as jocund, as to jest,] To jest sometimes signifies in old language to play a part in a mask.

hath throun his warder -] A warder appears to have been a kind of truncheon carried by the person who presided at these single combats.

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K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their

spears,
And both return back to their chairs again:
Withdraw with us:-and let the trumpets sound,
While we return these dukes what we decree.-

[A long flourish. Draw near,

[To the Combatants. And list, what with our council we have done. For that our kingdom's earth should not be soild With that dear blood which it hath fostered; And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours"

swords; [*And for we think the eagle-winged pride Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, With rival-hating envy, set you on To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep; Which so rous'd up with boisterous untun'd drums, With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace, And make us wade even in our kindred's blood; Therefore, we banish you our territories:

:You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of death, Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields, Shall not regreet our fair dominions, But tread the stranger paths of banishment. Boling. Your will be done: This must my com

fort be, That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Shall point on me, and gild my banishment.

* sind for we think the eagle-winged pride, &c.] These five vcrses are omitted in the other editions, and restored from the first of 1598. POPE.

K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier

doom, Which I with some unwillingness pronounce: The fly-slow hours shall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exíle;The hopeless word of_never to return Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life. Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign

liege, And all unlook’d for from your highness' mouth: A dearer merit, not so deep a maim As to be cast forth in the common air, Have I deserved at your highness' hand. The language I have learn'd these forty years, My native English, now I must forego: And now my tongue's use is to me no more, Than an unstringed viol or a harp; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony. Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue, , Doubly portcullis'd, with my teeth, and lips; And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance Is made my gaoler to attend on me. I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now; What is thy sentence then, but speechless death, Which robs my tongue from breathing native

breath? K. Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionate;" After our sentence plaining comes too late. Nor. Then thus I turn me from my country's

light, To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.

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K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath with

thee.
Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands;
Swear by the duty that you owe to heaven,
(Our part therein we banish with yourselves,)
To keep the oath that we administer:
You never shall (so help you truth and heaven!)
Embrace each other's love in banishment;
Nor never look upon each other's face;
Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile
This lowering tempest of your home-bred hate;
Nor never by advised purpose meet,
To plot, contrive, or complot any ill,
Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.

Boling. I swear.
Nor. And I, to keep all this.

Boling. Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy;
By this time, had the king permitted us,
One of our souls had wander'd in the air,
Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh,
As now our flesh is banish'd from this land:
Confess thy treasons, ere thou fly the realm;
Since thou hast far to go, bear not along
The clogging burden of a guilty soul.

Nor. No, Bolingbroke; if ever I were traitor,
My name be blotted from the book of life,
And I from heaven banish'd, as from hence!

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(Our part, &c.] It is a question much debated amongst the writers of the law of nations, whether a banished man may be still tied in his allegiance to the state which sent him into exilé, Tully and Lord Chancellor Clarendon declare for the affirmative; Hobbes and Puffendorf hold the négative. Our author, by this line, seems to be of the same opinion. WARBURTON.

advised --] i. e. concerted, deliberated. Norfolk, so far, &c.] Perhaps the author intended that Hereford in speaking this line should show some courtesy to Mowbray ; --and the meaning may be: So much civility as an enemy has a right to, I am willing to offer to thee.

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But what thou art, heaven, thou, and I do know; And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue.Farewell, my liege :---Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way,

[ Erit. K. Rich. Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away;-Six frozen winters spent, Return [To BOLING.] with welcome home from ba

nishment. Boling. How long a time lies in one little word! Four lagging winters, and four wanton springs, End in a word; Such is the breath of kings.

Gaunt. I thank my liege, that, in regard of me, He shortens four years of iny son's exile: But little vantage shall I reap thereby; For, ere the six years, that he hath to spend, Can change their moons, and bring their times.

about, My oil-dried lamp, and time-bewasted light, Shall be extinct with age, and endless night; My inch of taper will be burnt and done, And blindfold death not let me see my son. K. Rich. Why, uncle, thou hast many years to

live. Gaunt. But not a minute, king, that thou canst:

give : Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow:' Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage; Thy word is current with him for my death; But, dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath.

. And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow :] It is matter of very melancholy consideration, that all human advantages confer more power of doing evil than good. JOHNSON.

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