K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be rul'd by me; Let's purge this choler without letting blood; Gaunt. When, Harry? when? Obedience bids, I should not bid again. K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; there is no boot. Nor. Myfelf I throw, dread fovereign, at thy foot: My life thou shalt command, but not my shame : The one my duty owes; but my fair name, (Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,) To dark difhonour's use thou shalt not have. I am difgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here; Pierc'd to the foul with flander's venom'd spear; The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood Which breath'd this poison. K. Rich. Rage must be withstood : Give me his gage: :-Lions make leopards tame. Nor. Yea, but not change their spots: take but my fhame, And I refign my gage. My dear dear lord, The pureft treasure mortal times afford, Is-spotlefs reputation; that away, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take Take honour from me, and my life is done : K. Rich. Coufin, throw down your gage; do you begin. ; And spit it bleeding, in his high difgrace, Where fhame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face. [Exit GAUNT, K. Rich. We were not born to fue, but to command: Which fince we cannot do to make you friends, Be ready, as your lives fhall answer it, At Coventry, upon faint Lambert's day; There fhall your swords and lances arbitrate The fwelling difference of your settled hate; Since we cannot atone you, we shall fee Juftice design the victor's chivalry.Marshal, command our officers at arms Be ready to direct thefe home-alarms. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The fame. A Room in the Duke of Lancaster's Palace. Enter GAUNT, and Duchefs of Glofter. Gaunt. Alas! the part I had in Glofter's blood . But fince correction lieth in those hands, One flourishing branch of his most royal root,— Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded, By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe. Ah, Gaunt! his blood was thine; that bed, that womb, Made him a man; and though thou liv'ft, and breath'st, In fuffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, Gaunt Gaunt. Heaven's is the quarrel; for heaven's fubfti. tute, His deputy anointed in his fight, Hath caus'd his death: the which if wrongfully, An angry arm against his minifter. Duch. Where then, alas! may I complain myself? Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion and defence. Our coufin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight: Duch. Yet one word more;-Grief boundeth where it falls, Not with the empty hollownefs, but weight: I take my leave before I have begun; Unpeopled Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones ? And what cheer there for welcome, but my groans? To feek out forrow that dwells every where: SCENE III. Gosford-Green near Coventry. [Exeunt. Lifts fet out and a throne. Heralds, &c. attending. Enter the Lord Marshal, and AUMERLE, Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd? Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in. Mar. The duke of Norfolk, fprightfully and bold, Stays but the fummons of the appellant's trumpet. Aum. Why then, the champions are prepar'd, and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach. Flourish of trumpets. Enter King RICHARD, who takes his feat on his throne; GAUNT, and several noblemen, who take their places. A trumpet is founded, and answered by another trumpet within. Then enter NORFOLK in armour, preceded by a Herald. K. Rich. Marfhal, demand of yonder champion The cause of his arrival here in arms: Afk him his name; and orderly proceed To fwear him in the juftice of his caufe. Mar. In God's name, and the king's, fay who thou art, And why thou com'st, thus knightly clad in arms: 6 Against |