SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Duke of Lancaster's Palace. Enter GAUNT, and Duchess of Gloster. Gaunt. Alas! the part I had in Gloster's blood Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? One flourishing branch of his most royal root,- Ah, Gaunt! his blood was thine; that bed, that womb, What shall I say? To safeguard thine own life, Gaunt. Heaven's is the quarrel; for Heaven's substitute, His deputy anointed in his sight, Hath caused his death; the which, if wrongfully, An angry arm against his minister. Duch. Where then, alas! may I complain myself? Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, Gaunt. Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry. I take my leave before I have begun; And what cheer there for welcome, but my groans? Desolate, desolate, will I hence, and die; The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Gosford Green, near Coventry. Lists set out, and a throne. Heralds, &c. attending. Enter the Lord Marshal, and AUMERLE. Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford armed? Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in. Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. Aum. Why then, the champions are prepared, and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach. Flourish of trumpets. Enter KING RICHARD, who takes his seat on his throne; GAUNT, and several Noblemen, who take their places. A trumpet is sounded, and answered by another trumpet within. Then enter NORfolk, in armor, preceded by a Herald. K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion The cause of his arrival here in arms. Ask him his name; and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause. Mar. In God's name, and the king's, say who thou art, And why thou com'st, thus knightly clad in arms? Against what man thou com'st, and what thy quarrel? Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath; As so defend thee Heaven, and thy valor! 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 succeeding issue, A traitor to my God, my king, and me: [He takes his seat. Trumpet sounds. Enter BOLINGBROKE, in armor; preceded by a Herald. K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, Both who he is, and why he cometh hither Thus plated in habiliments of war; And formally, according to our law, Depose him in the justice of his cause. Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore com'st thou hither, Before king Richard, in his royal lists? Against whom com'st thou? and what's thy quarrel? To prove, by Heaven's grace, and my body's valor, To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me: Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his majesty; For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men That vow a lone and weary pilgrimage; Then let us take a ceremonious leave, And loving farewell, of our several friends. Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your highness, And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave. K. Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our arms. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight! Boling. O, let no noble eye profane a tear The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. GAUNT. O thou, the earthly author of my blood,- [To Gaunt. Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Doth with a twofold vigor lift me up To reach at victory above my head, Add proof unto mine armor with thy prayers; And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, Even in the lusty 'havior of his son. Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee prosperous ! Be swift like lightning in the execution; And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live. [He takes his seat. Nor. [Rising.] However, Heaven, or fortune, cast my lot. There lives or dies, true to king Richard's throne, A loyal, just, and upright gentleman. Go I to fight; truth hath a quiet breast. K. Rich. Farewell, my lord; securely I espy [The King and the Lords return to their seats. Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! Boling. [Rising.] 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 set forward to the fight. 2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, On pain to be found false and recreant, To God, his sovereign, and to him disloyal; Attending but the signal to begin. Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants. [A charge sounded. 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 sound, While we return these dukes what we decree. [A long flourish. [To the Combatants. Draw near, |