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KING RICHARD II.

PERSONS REPRESENTED. King Richard the Second.

Lord Ross. Lord Willoughby. Lord Fitzwater. Edmund of Langley, Duke of York ; ? uncles to the Bishop of Carlisle. Abbot of Westminster. John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster; } King. Lord Murshal; and another Lord. Henry, surnamed Bolingbroke, Duke of Tsere- Sir Pierce of Eston. Sir Stephen Scroop. ford, son lo John of Gaunt; afterwarils King Captain of ä band of Welshmen. Henry IV. Duke of Aumcrle, son to the Duke of York. Queen to King Richard. Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.

Duchess of Gloster. Duke of Surrey.

Duchess of York.
Earl of Salisbury. Earl Berkley.

Lady attending on the Queen.
Bushy,
Bagot, crealures lo King Richard.

Lords, heralds, officers, soldiers, tuo gardeners, Green,

keeper, messenger, groom, and other ailendants. Earl of Northumberland : Henry Percy, his son.

Scene, dispersedly in England and Wales.

ACT I.

Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ?

Boling. First (heaven be the record of my SCENE I.-London. A room in the palace. En- speech!)

ter King Richard, attended; John of Gaunt, and in the devotion of a subject's love,
other nobles, with him.

Tendering the precious safety oi' my prince,

And free froin other misbegoiten hale,
King Richard.

Come / appellant to this princely presence.

I OLD John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster, And inark my greeting well; for what I speak, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, My body shall make good upon this earth, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son; Or my divine soul answer it in heaven. Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Thou art a traitor, and a miscrcant; Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Too good to be so, and too bad io live; Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, Gaunt. I have, my licge.

The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded once more, the more to upgravate the note,
him,

With a foul iraitor's name stuff I thy throat;
If he appeal ihe duke on ancient malice; And wish (so please my sovereign,) ere I move,
Or worthily as a good subject should,

What my tongue spcaks, my right-drawn sword
On some known ground of treachery in him?

may prove. Gaunt. As ncar as I could sist him on that ar- Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal: gument,

'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, On some apparent danger seen in him,

The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Aim'd at your highness; no inveterate malice. Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us iwain :
K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; facc The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this,
to face,

Yet can I not of such tame patience boast,
And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say:
The accuser, and the accused, freely speak:-- First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me

(Ereunt some allendanis. From giving reins and spurs to my free speech;
High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Which else would post, until it liad return'd
In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

These terms of treason doubled down his throat.
Re-enter attendants, with Bolingbroke and Norfolk. And let him be no kinsinan to my licgc,

Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
Boling: May many years of happy days befall I do defy him, and I spit at him;
My gracious sovereign, my most loving licge!

Call him-a slanderous coward, and a villain:
Nor. Each day still betier other's happiness;

Which to maintain, I would allow him odds;
Until the heavens, envying carth's good hap,

And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot
Add an immortal title to your crown!

Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
K. Rich. We thank you both : yet one but flat- or any other ground inhabitable

Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.
As well appeareth by the cause you come;

Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,--
Namely, to appeal2 each other of high treason. By all my hopes, most falsely doih he lie.
Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object

Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw

my gage, (1) Bond. (2) Charge. (3) Uninhabitable.

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Disclaiming here the kindred of a king ; Neglected my sworn duty in that case.
And lay aside my high blood's royalty,

For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,
Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except: The honourable father to my foe,
If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, Once did I lay an ambush for your life,
As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop; A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul.
By that, and all the rites of knighthood else, But, ere I last receiv'd the sacrament,
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,

I did confess it; and exactly begs'd
What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. Your grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it.

Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, This is my fault: As for the rest appeald,
Which gently lay'd my knighthood on my shoulder, It issues from the rancour of a villain,
I'll answer thee in any fair degree,

A recreant and most degenerate traitor :
Or chivalrous design of knightly trial :

Which in myself I boldly will defend ; And, when I mount, alive may I not light, And interchangeably hurl down my gage If I be traitor, or unjustly fight !

Upon this overweening® traitor's foot, K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mow-To prove myself a loyal gentleman bray's charge ?

Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom: It must be great, that can inherit' us

In haste whereof, most heartily ! pray So much as of a thought of ill in him.

Your highness to assign our trial day. Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruld by it true;

me; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles, Let's purge ihis choler without letting blood : In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers; This we prescribe though no physician; The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments, Deep malice makes too deep incision : Like a false traitor, and injurious villain. Forget, forgive ; conclude, and be agreed; Besides I say, and will in battle prove,

Our doctors say, this is no time to blecd.Or here, or elsewhere, to the farthest verge Good uncle, let this end where it begun; That ever was survey'd by English eye,

We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son. That all the treasons, for these eighteen years Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my Complotted and contrived in this land,

age; Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's gage. spring.

K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his. Further I say, -and further will maintain

Gaunt.

When, Harry 7 when 1 Upon his bad life, to make all this good, - Obedience bids, I should not bid again. That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death; K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; there Suggests his soon-believing adversaries;

is no boot.' And, consequently, like a traitor coward,

Nor. Myself I throw, dread sorcereign, at they Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of

foct : blood :

My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, The one my duty owes; but my fair name, Even from the tongueless caverus of the earth, (Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,) To me for justice, and rough chastisement; To dark dishonour's use, thou shall not have. And by the glorious worth of my descent, I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and bafilcd here; This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. Piered to the soul with slander's venom'd spear; K. Rich. How 'high a pitch his resolution The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blond soars !

Which breath'd this poison. Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this ? K. Rich.

Rage must be withstood: Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face, Give me his gage:-Lions make leopards tame. And bid his ears a little whilc be deal,

Nor. Yea, but not change their spots: take but Till I have told this slander of his blood,

my shame, How God, and good men, hate so foul á liar. And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and The purest treasure mortal times afford,

Is-spotless reputation; that away, Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. (As he is but my father's brother's son,) A jewel in a ten-limcs-barr'd-up chest Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow, Isma bold spirit in a local breast. Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Mine honour is my life; both grow in one ; Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize Take honour from me, and my life is done : The unstooping firmness of my upright soul; Then, dear my liege, inine honour let me try; He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou; In that I live, and for that will I die. Free speech, and fearless, I to thec allow.

K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage; de Nor. Then, bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, you begin. Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest! Boling: 0, God defend my soul from such fou Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais,

sin! Disburs'd I duly to his highness' soldiers : Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight? The other part reserv'd I by consent;

Or with pale beggar-lear impeach my height For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, Before this outdar'd dustard! Ere my tongue Upon remainder of a dear account,

Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong, Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall lear Now swallow down that lie.- -For Gloster's The slavish motive of recanting fear; death,

And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, I slew him not; but to my own disgrace, Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's

face.

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K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to com-|And throw the rider headlong m the lists,
mand :

A caitiffs recreant to my cousin Hereford !
Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometime brother's wife,
Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,

With her companion grief must end her life.
At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day;

Gaunt. Sister, farewell: I must to Coventry:
There shall your swords and lances arbitrate As much good stay with thee, as go with me!
The swelling difference of your settled hate; Duch. Yet one word more ;-Grief boundeth
Since we can atone' you, we shall see

where it falls,
Justice design the victor's chivalry.-

Not with the empty hollowness, but weight :
Marshal, command our officers at arms

I take my leave before I have begun;
Be ready to direct these home alarms. (Exeunt. For sorrow ends not when it seemeth'done.
SCENE II.The same. A room in the Duke of Lo, this is all: -Nay, yet depart not so ;

Commend me to my brother, Edmund York.
Lancaster's palace. Enter Gaunt, and Duchess Though this be all, do not so quickly go;
of Gloster.

I shall remember more. Bid him-0, what?-
Gaunt. Alas! the part? I had in Gloster's blood With all good speed at Plashyo visit me.
Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims,

Alack, and what shall good old York there see,
To stir against the butchers of his life.

But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,
But since correction lieth in those hands,

Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones ?
Which made the fault that we cannot correct,

And what chcer there for welcome, but my groans ?
Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;

Therefore commend me; let him not come there, Who, when he sees the hours ripe on earth,

¡To seek out sorrow that dwells every where : Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads. Desolate, desolate, will I hence, and die ; Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. spur ?

(Exeunt. Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,

SCENE III.-Gosford Green, near Coventry. Were as seven phials of his sacred blood,

Lists sel out, and a throne. Heralds, &c. al.
Or seven fair branches springing from one root:

tending. Enter the Lord Marshal, and Aumerle.
Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?
Some of those branches by the destinies cut :
But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloster,–

Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.

Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,
One phial full of Edward's sacred blood,

Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.
One Nourishing branch of his most royal root,- Aum. Why then, the champions are prepard,
Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt ;
Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded, For nothing but his majesty's approach.
By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe.
Ah, Gaunt! his blood was thine ; that bed, that Flourish of trumpets. Enter King Richard, who
womb,

takes his seat in his throne; Gaunt, and several That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee, noblemen, who take their places. A trumpet is Made him a man; and though thou liv'st, and sounded, and answered by another trumpet withbreath'st,

in. Then enter Norfolk in armour, preceded by
Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consent a herald.
In some large measure to thy father's death,
In that thou scest thy wretched brother dic,

K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion
Who was the model of thy father's life.

The cause of his arrival here in arms:
Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair:

Ask him his name; and orderly proceed
In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd,

To swear him in the justice of his cause.
Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy lise,

Mar. In God's name, and the king's, say who

thou art, Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee : That which in mean men we entitle-patience,

And why thou com’st, thus knightly clad in arms: Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

Against what man thou com'st, and what thy What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life,

quarrel : The best way is—to 'venge mv Gloster's death.

Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath; Gaunt. Heaven's is the quarrel; for heaven's And so defend the heaven, and thy valour! substitute,

Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of

Norfolk;
His deputy anointed in his sight,
Hath caus’d his death: the which is wrongfully,

Who hither come engaged by my oath
Let heaven revenge; for I may never list

(Which, heaven defend, a knight should violate !) An angry arm against his minister.

Both to defend my loyalty and truth,
Duch. Where then, alas! may I complain myself? To God, my king, and my succeeding issue,
Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion and Against the duke of Hereford that appeals me;
defence.

And, by the grace of God, and this mine arm,
Duch. Why then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt. To prove him, in defending of myself,
Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold

A traitor to my God, my king, and me:
Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight :

And, as I truly tight, defend me heaven! 0, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear,

(He takes his seal. That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! Or, if misfortune miss the first carcer,

Trumpet sounds. Enter Bolingbroke in armour,

preceded by a herald. Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, That they may break his foaming courser's back, K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,

Both who he is, and why he cometh hither
(1) Reconcile. (2) Show. (3) Relationship.
(4) Assent.

(5) A base villain. (6) Cowardly, (7) Her house in Essex.

arms.

Thus plated in habiliments of war;

Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace And formally according to our law

His golden uncontrollid enfranchisement, Depose him in the justice of his cause.

More than my dancing soul doth celebrate Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore com'st This feast of battle with mine adversary. thou hither,

Most mighty liege,-and my companion peers, Before king Richard, in his royal lists ?

Take froin my mouth the wish of happy years: Against whom comest thou; and what's thy quarrel? As gentle and as jocund, as to jest, Speak like a truc knight, so defend thee heaven! Go I to fight; Truth hath a quiet breast. Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Derby,

Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.Am I; who ready here do stand in arms,

Order the trial, marshal, and begin. To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, [The King and the Lords return to their sed!:. In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous,

Receive thy lance: and God defend the right ! To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; Boling. (Rising.) Strong as a tower in hope, I And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

cry—amen. Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, Mar. Go bear this lance (To an officer.] to Or daring-hardy, as to touch the lists;

Thomas duke of Norfolk. Except the marshal, and such officers

1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Appointed to direct these fair designs.

Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himsell, Boling: Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's On pain to be found false and recreant, hand,

To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, And bow my knee before his majesty:

A traitor to his God, his king, and him, For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men And dares him to sct forward to the fight. That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;

2 Her. Here standcth Thomas Mowbray, duke Then let us take a ceremonious leave,

of Norfolk, And loving farewell, of our several friends. On pain to be found false and rccrcant, Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your high- Both to defend himself, and to approve ness,

Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave. To God, his sovereign, and to him, disloyal; K. Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our Couragcously, and with a free desire,

Atiending but the signal to begin. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,

Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, comSo be thy fortune in this royal sight!

batants.

(A charge sounded. Farewell, my blood; which is to-day thou shed, Stay, the king hath thrown his warders down. Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. ki Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their Boling. O, let no noble eve profane a tear

spears, For me, if I be gord with Mowbray's spear;

And both return back to their chairs again As confident, as is the falcon's flight

Withdraw with us :-and let the truinpets sound, Against a biru, do I with Mowbray fight.

While we return these dukes what we decrce.My loving lord, [To Lord Marshal.] I take my

1.9 long flourish. leave of you ;

[To the combatants. Or you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle:

And list, what with our council we have done. Not sick, alihough I have to do with death; For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.

With that dear blood which it hath fostered ;* Lo, as at English feasts, so I regrect

And for our eyes do hate the dire aspéct The daintiest last, to make the end most swect: of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' O thou, the carthly author of my blood,

swords;

[To Gaunt. And for we think the eagle-winged pride Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, Doth with a two-fold vigour list me up

With rival-hating envy, set you on To reach at victory above my head,

To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Add proof unto my armour with thy prayers ;

Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep; And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, Which so rous'd up with boisterous untun'd drums, That it may enter Mowbray's waxen' coat, With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, And furbish? new the name of John of Gaunt, And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son.

Might from our quiet confines (right fair peace, Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee And make us wade even in our kindred's blood ;prosperous !

Therefore, we banish you our territories :Be swift, like lightning, in the execution ; You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of death, And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,

Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields, Fall, like amazing thunder, on the casques Shall not regrcet our fair dominions, Of thy advérse pernicious enemy:

But tread the strangcr paths of banishment. Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live. Bcling: Your will be done: This must my comBuling. Mine innocency, and Saint George to

fort be, thrive!

[He takes his seat. That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; Nor. [Rising.) However heaven, or fortune, cast And those his golden beams, to you here lent,

Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. There lives or dies, true to king Richard's throne, K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a hearier A loyal, just, and upright gentleman:

doom, Never did captive with a freer heart

Which I with some unwillingness pronounce :

The fly-slow hours shall not determinate (1) Yielding. (2) Brighten up. (3) Helmet. 14) Play a part in a mask.

(5) Truncheon. (6) Nursed.

Draw near,

my lot,

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