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THE LIFE AND DEATH OF
KING RICHARD II.
ACT I. SCENE I.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter King Richard, attended; John of Gaunt,
and other Nobles, with him.
K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lan
Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that ar
gument,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 :
[Exeunt some Attendants.
Nor. Each day still better other's happiness ;
Boling. First, (heaven be the record to my speech!)
Come I appellant to this princely presence.-
These terms of treason doubled down his throat.
And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot
Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, Which gently lay'd my knighthood on my shoulder, I'll answer thee in any fair degree, Or chivalrous design of knightly trial : And, when I mount, alive may I not light, If I be traitor, or unjustly fight! K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's
charge? It must be great, that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him. Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove it
true ;That Mowbray hath receiy'd eight thousand nobles, In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers ;
The which he hath detain’d for lewd employments, Like a false traitor, and injurious villain. Besides I say, and will in battle prove, Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge. . That ever was survey'd by English eye,That all the treasons, for these eighteen years Complotted and contrived in this land, Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring. Further I say,—and further will maintain Upon his bad life, to make all this good, . That he did plot the Duke of Gloster's death; Suggest his soon-believing adversaries; And, consequently, like a traitor coward, Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of blood : Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, To me, for justice, and rough chastisement; And, by the glorious worth of my descent, This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. ' .
K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution soars ! Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?
Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face, And bid his ears a little while be deaf, Till I have told this slander of his blood, How God, and good men, hate so foul a liar. K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and
ears : Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, (As he is but my father's brother's son,) Now by my scepter's awe? I make a vow,