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Edward's seven fons, whereof thyself art one,
in his fight,
His deputy anointed in his fight,
Dutch. Where then, alas ! may I complain myself?
That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast!
Gaunt. Sister, farewell ; I must to Coventry :
Dutch. Yet one word more;--grief boundeth where i it falls, . Not with the empty hollowness, but weight : I take my leave before I have begun; For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. Commend me to my brother, Edmund York: Lo, this is all :-nay, yet depart not so ; Though this be all, do not to quickly go : I shall remember more. Bid him-oh, what? With all good speed at Plashy visit me. Alack, and what shall good old York there see But empty lodgings, and unfurnish'd walls, Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? And what hear there for welcome, but my groans ? Therefore commend me ;-let him not come there To seek out sorrow, that dwells every where : Defolate, desolate, will I hence, and die ; The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. [Exeunt.
3 A caitiff recreant-] Caitiff originally fignified a prisoner ; next a slave, from the condition of prisoners; then a scoundrel, from the qualities of a llave.
Η Ημισυ ής αρχής αποαίνυλαι δόλιον ήμαρ.. In this paffage it partakes of all these significations. JOHNSON,
Ś CENE III.
The lists, at Coventry.
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. The trumpets round, and the king enters with Gaint,
Bushy, Bagot, and others : when they are fet, enter the duke of Norfolk in armour.
K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion The cause of his arrival here in aris : 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?
[To Mowbray. 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 thine oath; And so defend thee heaven, and thy valour! 4 Mocob. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of
- Mowbray.) Mr. Edwards, in his MSS. notes, observes, both from Matthew Paris and Holinshead, that the duke of Hereford, appellant, entered the lifts first; and this indeed must have been the regular method of the combat ; for the natural order of things requires, that the accuser or challenger should be at the place of appointment first. STEEVENS.
To God, my king, and his succeeding issues,
thou hither, Before king Richard, in his royal lists ? (To Boling. 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 AmI; who ready here do stand in arms, To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, In lifts, on Thomas Mowbray duke of Norfolk, That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous, i To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven!
Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, Or daring-hardy, as to touch the lists;. Except the marshal, and such officers Appointed to direct these fair designs. Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's
hand, And bow my knee before his majesty:
h is fucceeding ifle,] Such is the reading of the first folio ; the later editions read my issue. Mowbray's issue was, by this accusation, in danger of an attainder, and therefore he "might come, among other reasons, for their fake ; but the old reading is more juft and grammatical. Johnson.
For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men
[To K. Rich. And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave.
K. Rich. We will descend and fold him in our arms.
Boling. Oh, let no noble eye profane a tear
The daintieft last, to make the end most sweet :
. fperous !