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THE TRAGEDY OF KING RICHARD II.

KING RICHARD the Second.
JOHN OP GAUNT, Duke

of Lancaster, EDMUND OF LANGLEY,

uncles to the King. Duke of York, HENRY, surnained BOLINGBROKE, Duke of

Hereford, son to John of Gaunt; afterwards

KING HENRY IV. DUKE OF AUMERLE, son to the Duke of York. THOMAS MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk. DUKE OF SURREY, EARL OF SALISBURY. LORD BERKELEY. Bushy, BAGOT, servants to King Richard. Green, EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND. Henry Percy, surnamed Hotspur, his son. LORD Ross. LORD WILLOUGHBY. LORD FITZWATER. Bishop of Carlisle. Abbot of Westminster. Lord Marshal. SIR STEPHEN SCROOP. SIR PIERCE of Exton. Captain of a band of Welshmen. !!!!! QUEEN to King Richard. Duchess OF YORK. DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER.

Lady attending on the Queen.
Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gardeners,
Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other

Attendants.
SCENE: England and Wales.

THE TRAGEDY OF
KING RICHARD II.

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ACT І. SCENE I. London. KING RICHARD's palace. Enter KING RICHARD, JOHN OF GAUNT, with

other Nobles and Attendants. K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd

Lancaster, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,* Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son, Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? Gaunt. I have, my liege.

*Bond. K. Rich. Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded

him, If he appeal* the duke on ancient malice; *Accuse. Or worthily, as a good subject should, On some known ground of treachery in him? Gaunt. As near as I could sift' him on that

argument, On some apparent danger seen in him Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice. K. Rich. Then call them to our presence;

face to face, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear The accuser and the accused freely speak: High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

Enter BOLINGBROKE and MOWBRAY. Boling: Many years of happy days befal My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!

Mow. Each day still better other's happiness; Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Add an immortal title to your crown!

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K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but

flatters us, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Namely, to appeal* each other of high treason. Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object *Accuse. Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? Boling. First, heaven be the record to my speech!

30 In the devotion of a subject's love, Tendering the precious safety of my prince, And free from other misbegotten hatē, Come I appellant to this princely presence. Now, Thomas Mowbray, 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 soul answer it'in heaven. Thou art a traitor and a miscreant, Too good to be so and too bad to live,

40 Since the more fair and crystal is the sky, The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. Once more, the more to aggravate the note, With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move, What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword

may prove. Mow. 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; 50 The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this: Yet can I not of such tame patience boast As to be hush'd and nought at all to say: First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; Which else would post until it had return'd These terms of treason doubled down his throat. Setting aside his high blood's royalty, And let him be no kinsman to my liege, I do defy him, and I spit at him; Call him a slanderous coward and a villain: Which to maintain I would allow him odds, And meet him, were I tied to run afoot

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