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As gentle and as jocund, as to jest,
K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: 'securely I espy
[The King and the Lords return to their seats.
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 warder3 down.
2 As gentle and as jocund, as to jest,] To jest sometimes signifies in old language to play a part in a mask.
hath thrown his warder -] A warder appears to have been a kind of truncheon carried by the person who presided at these single combats.
K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their
[A long flourish.
To the Combatants. And list, what with our council we have done. For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd 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
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.
And for we think the cagle-winged pride, &c.] These five vcrses are onitted in the other editionis, and restored from the first of 1598. Pope.
K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier
to fawn upon a nurse,
5 compassionate;] for plaintive.
· K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath with
Nor never by advised purpose meet,
Boling. I swear.
Boling. Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy;
Nor. No, Bolingbroke; if ever I were traitor,
(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 negative. Our author, by this line, seems to be of the same opinion. WARBURTON.
advised ---} i. e. concerted, deliberated. 8 Norfolk, so far, &c.] Perhaps the author intended that Hereford in speaking this line should show some courtesy to Mowbray; mand the meaning may be: So much civility as an enemy has a right to, I am willing to offer to thee.
But what thou art, heaven, thou, and I do know;
stray; Saye back to England, all the world's my way,
Gaunt. I thank my liege, that, in regard of me,
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.