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KING Richard the Second.
Duke of York,
John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, Uncles to the King.
Aumerle, Son to the Duke of York.
Servants to King Richard.
Earl of Northumberland,
Percy, Son to Northumberland,
Bishop of Carlifle,
Sir Stephen Scroop, Friends to King Richard.
Lords in the Parliament.
Abbot of Weftminster,
Queen to King Richard.
Ladies, attending on the Queen.
Friends to Boling-.
Heralds, two Gardiners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants.
SCENE, difperfedly, in feveral Parts of England.
ACT Í. SCENE I.
Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other Nobles and Attendants.
LD John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancafter,
Haft thou, according to thy oath and bond,
Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold fon,
Here to make good the boift'rous late Appeal,
K. Rich. Tell me moreover, haft thou founded him, 'If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice,
1 If he appeal the Duke ;] Appeal, i. e. call, demand, challenge, from appello. Mr. Pope.
Or worthily, as a good Subject fhould,
On fome apparent Danger feen in him
And frowning brow to brow, Our felves will hear
Boling. May many years of happy days befal
Mowb. Each day ftill better other's happiness; 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 Treason. Coufin of Hereford, what doft thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
Boling. Firft (Heaven be the record to my speech!) 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 presence. Now, Thomas Mcwbray, do I turn to thee, And mark my Greeting well; for what I speak, My body shall make good upon this earth, Or my divine foul answer 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 seem the Clouds, that in it fly.
Mowb. Let not my cold words here accufe my zeal;
Call him a fland'rous coward, and a villain;
Boling. Pale trembling Coward, there I throw my
Disclaiming here the kindred of a King,
What I have spoken, or thou canst devise.
Mcwb. I take it up, and by that Sword I fwear, Which gently laid my Knighthood on my fhoulder, I'll answer thee in any fair degree, Or chivalrous defign of knightly tryal; And when I mount, alive may I not light, If I be traitor, or unjustly fight!
K. Rich. What doth our Coufin lay to Mowbray's charge?
It must be great, that can inhabit us
Boling. Look, what I faid, my life fhall prove it true;
K. Rich. How high a pitch his refolution foars! Thomas of Norfolk, what fay'ft thou to this?
that can INHERIT ] We fhould read, INHABIT.