Against what man thou com'ft, and what thy quarrel : And fo defend thee heaven, and thy valour! Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk ; Who hither come engaged by my oath, (Which, heaven defend, a knight should violate!) To God, my king, and my fucceeding iffue, A traitor to my God, my king, and me: [He takes his feat. Trumpet founds. Enter BOLINGBROKE, in armour; preceded by a Herald. K. Rich. Marthal, afk yonder knight in arms, Depose him in the juftice of his caufe. Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore com'ft thou hither, Before King Richard, in his royal lists? Against whom comeft thou? and what's thy quarrel? To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, To To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; Mar. On pain of death, no perfon be so bold, Except the marshal, and fuch officers Appointed to direct these fair defigns. Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my fovereign's hand, Then let us take a ceremonious leave, Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your highness, And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave. K. Rich. We will defcend and fold him in our arms. Coufin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight! Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, My loving lord, [To LORD MARSHAL.] I take my leave of you ; Of you, my noble coufin, lord Aumerle ;- Whofe youthful spirit, in me regenerate, [To GAUNT. Doth Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers; Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee profper ous ! Be fwift like lightning in the execution; Of thy advérfe pernicious enemy : Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live. Boling. Mine innocency, and faint George to thrive ! [He takes his feat. Nor. [Rifing.] However, heaven, or fortune, caft my lot, There lives, or dies, true to king Richard's throne, Never did captive with a freer heart Caft off his chains of bondage, and embrace K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: fecurely I efpy [The King and the Lords return to their feats. Mar. Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! Boling. [Rifing.] Strong as a tower in hope, I cry— amen. Mar. Go bear this lance [To an Officer.] to Thomas duke of Norfolk. 1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, And dares him to fet 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 To God, his fovereign, and to him, disloyal; Attending but the fignal to begin. Mar. Sound, trumpets; and fet forward, combatants. [A charge founded. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their spears, And both return back to their chairs again Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets found, Draw near, [A long flourish. [To the Combatants. And lift, what with our council we have done. For that our kingdom's earth fhould not be foil'd And for our eyes do hate the dire aspéct Of Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' fwords; Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Shall not regreet our fair dominions, But tread the stranger paths of banishment. Boling. Your will be done: This must my comfort be, That fun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Nor. A heavy fentence, my moft fovereign liege, As to be caft forth in the common air, Have I deserved at your highness' hand. And |