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Dramatis Perfonæ.

KING Richard the Second,

John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancafter, S

Uncles to the King.

Bolingbroke, Son to John of Gaunt, afterwards King

Henry the Fourth.

Aumerle, Son to the Duke of York.

Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.

Earl of Salisbury.

Lord Berkley.

Bufhy,

Bagot,

Servants to King Richard.

Green,

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Heralds, two Gardiners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants.

SCENE, difperfedly, in feveral Parts of England.

THE

The LIFE and DEATH of

KING RICHARD II.

A C T I.

SCENE I.

The COURT.

Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other Nobles and Attendants.

King RICHARD.

OLD John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster,

Haft thou, according to thy oath and bond, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold fon, Here to make good the boift'rous late Appeal, Which then our leifure would not let us hear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? Gaunt. I have, my Liege.

K. Rich. Tell me moreover, haft thou founded him, *If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice, Or worthily, as a good Subject should,

On some known ground of treachery in him?
Gaunt. As near as I could fift him on that argu-

ment,

On fome apparent Danger feen in him

Aim'd at your Highnefs; no invet'rate malice. K. Rich. Then call them to our prefence; face to face,

If he appeal the Duke;] Appeal, i. e. call demand, challenge. From appello.

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Mr. Pope.

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And frowning brow to brow, Ourfelves will hear
Th' accufer, and th' accufed freely speak:
High-ftomach'd are they Both, and full of ire;
In rage, deaf as the fea; hafty as fire.

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Boling.

Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray.

MAY many years of happy days befal

My gracious Sovereign, my moft loving
Liege!

Mowb. Each day ftill better other's happinefs ;
Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,
Add an immortal title to your Crown!

K. Rich. We thank you both, yet one but flatters us, As well appeareth by the caufe you come; Namely, t'appeal each other of high Treafon. Coufin of Hereford, what doft thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?

Boling. Firft (Heaven be the record to my fpeech!) In the devotion of a Subject's love,

Tend'ring the precious fafety of my Prince,
And free from other mif-begotten hate,
Come I Appellant to this princely prefence.
Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,
And mark my Greeting well; for what I fpeak,
My body fhall make good upon this earth,
Or my
divine foul anfwer it in heav'n.
Thou art a traitor and a mifcreant;
Too good to be fo, and too bad to live;
Since, the more fair and cryftal is the Sky,
The uglier feem the Clouds, that in it fly.
Once more, the more to aggravate the Note,
With a foul Traitor's Name ftuff I thy throat;
And wifh, fo pleafe my Sov'reign, ere I move,
What my Tongue fpeaks, my Right-drawn Sword
may prove.

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Mowb.

of

Mowb. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal; 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,

The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain;
The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this.
Yet can I not of fuch tame patience boast,
As to be hufht, and nought at all to fay.

First, the fair Rev'rence of your Highnefs curbs me,
From giving reins and fpurs to my free fpeech;
Which clfe would post, until it had return'd

Thefe terms of Treafon doubled down his throat.
Setting afide his high blood's Royalty,

And let him be no kinfman to my Liege,
I do defy him, and I spit at him;

Call him a fland'rous coward, and a villain;
Which to maintain, I would allow him odds,
And meet him, were I ty'd to run a-foot
1. Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
Or any other ground inhabitable,
Where never Englishman durft fet his foot.
Mean time, let this defend my Loyalty;
By all my hopes, moft falfely doth he lie.
Boling. Pale trembling Coward; there I throw my
Gage,

Disclaiming here the kindred of a King,
And lay afide my high blood's Royalty:
(Which fear, not rev'rence, makes thee to except:)
If guilty Dread hath left thee fo much ftrength,
As to take up mine Honour's pawn, then foop.
By that, and all the rights of Knighthood elfe,
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
What I have fpoken, or thou canst devise.
Moub. I take it up, and by that fword I swear,
Which gently laid my Knighthood on my fhoulder,
I'll answer thee in any fair degree,

Or chivalrous defign of knightly trial;

S And when I mount, alive may I not light,
If I be traitor, or unjustly fight!

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K. Rich.

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