Duch. Why then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt. Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight: Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. [it falls, And what cheer there for welcome, but my groans? let him not come there, To seek out sorrow that dwells every where : 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 arm'd? 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 prepar'd, 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 Armour, preceded by a Herald. K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion Ask him his name; and orderly proceed Mar. In God's name, and the king's, say who thou art, 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, [He takes his Seat. Trumpet sounds. Enter BOLINGBROKE in Armour, 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 Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore com'st thou Depose him in the justice of his cause. Before king Richard, in his royal lists? [hither, Against whom comest thou; and what's thy quarrel? Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven! Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, "Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's And bow my knee before his majesty: For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men And loving farewell, of our several friends. [hand, 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! Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, The dainties last, to make the end most sweet: leave of [you ; O thou, the earthly author of my blood,— [To Gaunt. To reach at victory above my head,- And furbish new the name of John of Gaunt, [perous! Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee prosBe swift, like lightning, in the execution; And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Fall, like amazing thunder, on the casque Of thy adverse pernicious enemy: Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live. Boling. Mine innocency, and saint George to thrive! [He takes his Seat. Nor. [Rising] However heaven, or fortune, cast my There lives, or dies, true to king Richard's throne, [lot, A loyal, just, and upright gentleman: Never did captive with a freer heart Go I to fight; Truth hath a quiet breast. K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.Order the trial, marshal, and begin. [The King and the Lords return to their Seats. Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Receive thy lance: and God defend thee right! [amen. Boling. [Rising] Strong as a tower in hope, I cryMar. Go bear this lance [To an Officer] to Thomas duke of Norfolk. 1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himself, On pain to be found false and recreant, To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, And dares him to set forward to the fight. [Norfolk, 2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke of On pain to be found false and recreant, Both to defend himself, and to approve Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants. [A Charge sounded. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down. [spears, K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their 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 Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' swords; To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle But tread the stranger paths of banishment. [be,-Boling. Your will be done: This must my comfort That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Which I with some unwillingness pronounce: The fly-slow hours shall not determinate |