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To do the office for thee of revenge,

Bast. Let it be so.-And you, my noble prince, And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven, With other princes that may best be spar'd, As it on earth hath been thy servant still.

Shall wait upon your father's funeral. Now, now, you stars, that move your right spheres, P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd; Where be your powers ? Show now your mended For so he will'd it. And instantly return with me again, [faiths, Bast.

Thither shall it then. To push destruction, and perpetual shame,

And happily may your sweet self put on Out of the weak door of our fainting land.

The lineal state and glory of the land : Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought : To whom, with all submission, on my knee, The Dauphin rages at our very heels.

I do bequeath my faithful services, Sal. It seems you know not, then, so much as we. And true subjection everlastingly. The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest,

Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin, To rest without a spot for evermore. [thanks, And brings from him such offers of our peace P. Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you As we with honor and respect may take,

And knows not how to do it, but with tears. With purpose presently to leave this war.

Bast. O! let us pay the time but needful woe, Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees Since it hath been before hand with our griefs.-Ourselves well sinew'd to our lown defence. This England never did, nor never shall,

Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, For many carriages he hath despatch'd

But when it first did help to wound itself. To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel Now these, her princes, are come home again, To the disposing of the cardinal :

Come the three corners of the world in arms, (rue, With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us If you think meet, this afternoon will post

If England to itself do rest but true. To consummate this business happily.

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THE LIFE AND DEATH OF KING

OF KING RICHARD II.

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ster.

King RICHARD THE SECOND.

LORD Ross. LORD WILLOUGHBY. LORD EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of York.

FITZWATER. John of GAUNT, Duke of Lancaster."

BISHOP OF CARLISLE. Abbot of Westmin2 HENRY BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Hereford. DUKE OF AUMERIE, Son to the Duke of York. LORD MARSHAL; and another Lord. 3 THOMAS MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.

SIR PIERCE OF Exton. SIR STEPHEN DUKE OF SURREY.

SCROOP.
EARL OF SALISBURY, EARL BERKLEY.

Captain of a Band of Welchmen.
Bushy,
BAGOT,
Creatures to King Richard.

QUEEN TO KING RICHARD.
GREEN,

DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER. EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND.

DUCHESS OF YORK. HENRY PERCY, his Son.

Lady attending the Queen. Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, "Gardeners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants.

SCENE, dispersedly in England and Wales.

ACT I.

On some known ground of treachery in him?

Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that ar SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace. On some apparent danger seen in him, [gument,

Aim'd at your highness; no inveterate malice. Enter King RICHARD, attended; John of Gaunt, K. Rich. Then call them to our presence: face and other Nobles, with him.

to face, K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honor'd Lan. And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear

Th' accuser, and th' accused, freely speak.caster, Hast thou, according to thy oath and a band,

[Exeunt some Attendants. Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son,

High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Here to make good the boisterous late appeal,

In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Which then our leisure would not let us hear,

Re enter Attendants with BOLINGBROKE and Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ?

NORFOLK. Gaunt. I have, my liege.

shim, Boling. 5 Full many years of happy days befal K. Rich. Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! If he appeal the duke on ancient malice,

Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; Or worthily, as a good subject should,

Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,

Add an immortal title to your crown! • Bond.

K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but flatters

ears:

As well appeareth by the cause you come; Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge
Namely, to appeal each other of high treason. That ever was survey'd by English eye,
Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object

That all the treasons, for these eighteen years
Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? Complotted and contrived in this land,

Boling. First, heaven be the record to my speech! Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring. In the devotion of a subject's love,

Farther, I say, and farther will maintain
Tendering the precious safety of my prince, Upon his bad life to make all this good,
And free from wrath or misbegotten hate,

That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death ;
Come I appellant to this princely presence. Suggest his soon-believing adversaries,
Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,

And, consequently, like a traitor coward,
And mark my greeting well; for what I speak, Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of blood :
My body shall make good upon this earth,

Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.

Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant;

To me for justice, and rough chastisement; Too good to be so, and too bad to live,

And, by the glorious worth of my descent, Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,

This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.

K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution soars ! Once more, the more to aggravate the note,

Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this? With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat;

Nor. O! let my sovereign turn away his face, And wish, (so please my sovereign) ere I move, And bid his ears a little while be deaf, What my tongue speaks, my d right-drawn sword Till I have told this islander of his blood, may prove.

How God, and good men, hate so foul a liar. Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal. K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, The bitter clamor of two eager tongues,

Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain:

As he is but my father's brother's son, The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this; Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow, Yet can I not of such tame patience boast,

Such neighbor nearness to our sacred blood As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say.

Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me The unstooping firmness of my upright soul. From giving reins and spurs to my free speech, He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou: Which else would post, until it had return'a Free speech and fearless, I to thee allow. These terms of treason doubled down his throat. Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Setting aside his high blood's royalty,

Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest. And let him be no kinsman to my liege,

Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais,
I do defy him, and I spit at him;

Disburs'd I duly to his highness' soldiers :
Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain : The other part reserv'd I by consent;
Which to maintain I would allow him odds, For that my sovereign liege was in my debt,
And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot

Upon remainder of a clenr account,
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,

Since last I went to France to fetch his queen. Or any other ground inhabitable

Now, swallow down that lie.--For Gloster's death, Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.

I slew him not; but to mine own disgrace, Mean time, let this defend my loyalty :

Neglected my sworn duty in that case.-
By all my hopes, most fulsely doth he lie. , [gage, For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,

Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw my The honorable father to my foe,
Disclaiming here the kindred of the king; Once did I lay an ambush for your life,
And lay aside my high blood's royalty,

A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul ;
Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except: But, ere I last receiv'd the sacrament,
If guilty dread have left thee so much strength, I did confess it, and exactly begg'd
As to take up mine honor's pawn, then stoop. Your grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it.
By that and all the rites of knighthood else, This is my fault: as for the rest kappeal'd,
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,

It issues from the rancor of a villain,
What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. A recreant and most degenerate traitor;

Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, Which in myself I boldly will defend,
Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder, And interchangeably hurl down my gage
I'll answer thee in any fair degree,

Upon this loverweening traitor's foot,
Or chivalrous design of knightly trial :

To prove myself a loyal gentleman And, when I mount, alive may I not light,

Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom. If I be traitor, or unjustly fight! [charge? In haste whereof, most heartily I pray

K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's Your highness to assign our trial day. [me. It must be great, that can finherit us

K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentleman, be ruld by So much as of a thought of ill in him. [true : - Let's purge this choler without letting blood:

Boling. Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it This we prescribe, though no physician;
That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles, Deep malice makes too deep incision.
In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers, Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed;
The which he hath detain'd for & lewd employments, Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
Like a false traitor, and injurious villain.

Good uncle, let this end where it begun;
Besides, I say, and will in battle prove,

We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son.

Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my age.• That is, the cause you come on.'- Impeach. Too Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's gage. good to be so," i, e., "too good or great a traitor and miscreant to be so as thou seemest here.'_¢ "My right-drawn sword," i. e., my sword drawn in a right or just cause. Prompt.-" This slander of his blood," i, e., this re• Uninhabitable. Possess.- Knavish; wicked.

proach to his ancestry.- Charged. Arrogant.

K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his.

One phial full of Edward's sacred blood, Gaunt.

When, Harry? when? One flourishing branch of his most royal root, Obedience bids, I should not bid again. [no a boot. Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt ;

K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; there is Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded, Nor. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot. By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe. My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: Ah! Gaunt, his blood was thine: that bed, that womb. The one my duty owes; but my fair name,

That metal, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee, Despite of death that lives upon my grave, Made him a man; and though thou liv'st, and breath'st, To dark dishonor's use thou shalt not have. Yet art thou slain in him. Thou dost consent I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here; In some large measure to thy father's death, Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear; In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood Who was the model of thy father's life. Which breath'd this poison.

Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair : K. Rich.

Rage must be withstood. In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, Give me his gage:-lions make bleopards tame, Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy life, Nor. Yea, but not change his spots: take but my Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee. shame,

That which in mean men we entitle patience,
And I resign my gage. My dear, dear lord, Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
The purest trensure mortal times afford

What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, Is spotless reputation ; that away,

The best way is to venge my Gloster's death, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.

Gaunt. God's is the quarrel ; for God's substitute, A jewel in a ten times barr’d-up chest

His deputy anointed in his sight, Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.

Hath caus'd his death; the which, if wrongfully, Mine honor is my life; both grow in one:

Let heaven revenge, for I may never lift Take honor from me, and my life is done.

An angry arm against his minister, Then, dear my liege, mine honor let me try; Duch. Where then, alas ! may I complain myself? In that I live, and for that will I die. [begin. Gaunt. To God, the widow's

champion and defence. K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage: do you Duch. Why then, I will.-Farewell, farewell, old

Boling. O! God defend my soul from such deep sir. Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold [Gaunt. Shall I seem crest-fall’n in my father's sight? Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight. Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height 0! sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, Before this outdar'd dastard ? Ere my tongue That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast; Shall wound mine honor with such feeble wrong, Or if misfortune miss the first career, Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, The slavish motive of recanting fear,

That they may break his foaming courser's back, And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,

And throw the rider headlong in the lists, Where shame doth harbor, even in Mowbray's face. A caitiff & recreant to my cousin Hereford.

[Exit Gaunt. Farewell, old Gaunt: thy sometime brother's wife K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to command: With her companion grief must end her life. Which since we cannot do to make you friends. Gaunt. Sister, farewell: I must to Coventry. Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,

As much good stay with thee, as go with me! At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day.

Duch. Yet one word more.-Grief boundeth where There shall your swords and lances arbitrate

it falls, The swelling difference of your settled hate : Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: Since we cannot Catone you, we shall see

I take my leave before I have begun, Justice d design the victor's chivalry.

For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. Lord Marshal, command our officers at arms Commend me to my brother, Edmund York. Be ready to direct these home-alarms. [Exeunt. Lo! this is all :-nay, yet depart not so ;

Though this be all, do not so quickly go; SCENE II.-The Same. A Room in the Duke of I shall remember more. Bid him-0! what ?--LANCASTER's Palace.

With all good speed at Plashy visit me. Enter Gaunt, and Dutchess of GLOSTER.

Alack! and what shall good old York there see,

But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls, Gaunt. Alas! the part I had in Gloster's blood Unpeopled i offices, untrodden stones ? Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims,

And what hear there for welcome, but my groans ! To stir against the butchers of his life :

Therefore commend me; let him not come there, But since correction lieth in those hands,

To seek out sorrow that dwells every where. Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Desolate, 3 desperate, will I hence, and die: Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven;

The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. Who when they see the hours ripe on earth,

| Erennt. Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.

Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? SCENE III.--Gosford Green, near Coventry.
Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ?
Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,

Lists set out, and a Throne. Heralds, fc., attending. Were as seven phials of his sacred blood,

Enter the Lord Marshal, and AUMERLE. Or seven fair branches springing from one root: Some of those seven are dried by nature's course,

Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd ! Some of those branches by the destinies cut;

Aum. Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in. But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloster,

Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,

Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. "No boot," i. e., no alternative for thee. An allusion to the crest of Norfolk, which was a golden leopard. Re Assent.--%"A caitiff recreant," i. e., a villain crying for concile... " Design," i. e.,

show; mark out. The part I mercy. At Plashy," 1. c., at the house of the Duchess.-had in," i. e., the relationship I held to.

1 " Unpoopled offices, i.e. unfurnished store-rooms.

Aum. Why then, the champions are prepar'd, and But Iusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath. For nothing but his majesty's approach. (stay Lo! as at English feasts, so I regreet

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet: Flourish. Enter King Richard, who takes his seato! thou, [To Gaunt.] the earthly author of my on his Throne; Gaunt, Bushy, Bagot, GREEN, Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, [blood, and others, who take their places. A Trumpet is Doth with a two-fold vigor lift me up sounded, and answered by another Trumpet with-To reach at victory above my head, in. Then enter NORFOLK in armor, preceded by a Add proof unto mine armor with thy prayers ; Herald.

And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat, The cause of his arrival here in arms:

And a furbish new the name of John of Gaunt, Ask him his name; and orderly proceed

Even in the lusty 'havior of his son. [ous ! To swear him in the justice of his cause. [art,

Garnt. God in thy good cause make thee prosperMar. In God's name, and the king's, say who thou Be swift like lightning in the execution ; And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in arms:

And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Against what man thou com’st, and what thy quarrel. Fall like amazing thunder on the casque Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thine oath,

Of thy adverse pernicious enemy: As so defend thee heaven, and thy valor! [folk ;| Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live.

Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of Nor Boling. Mine innocence, and Saint George to Who hither come engaged by my oath,

thrive! (Which, God defend, a knight should violate!)

Nor. However God, or fortune, cast my lot, Both to defend my loyalty and truth,

There lives or dies, true to king Richard's throne,
To God, my king, and my succeeding issue, A loyal, just, and upright gentleman.
Against the duke of Hereford that appeals me;

Never did captive with a freer heart
And, by the grace of God and this mine arm, Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace
To prove him, in defending of myself,

His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement,
A traitor to my God, my king, and me:

More than my dancing soul doth celebrate And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

This feast of battle with mine adversary.

Most mighty liege, and my companion peers, Trumpets sound. Enter BOLINGBROKE, in armor, Take from my mouth the wish of happy years : preceded by a Herald.

As gentle and as jocund, as to jest,
K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, Go I to fight. Truth hath a quiet breast.
Both who he is, and why he cometh hither

K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Thus plated in habiliments of war;

Virtue with valor couched in thine eye. And formally, according to our law,

Order the trial, marshal, and begin, Depose him in the justice of his cause. [hither, Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,

Mar. What is thy name, and wherefore com'st thou Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! Before King Richard in his royal lists ?

Boling. Strong as a tower in hope, I cry, amen. Against whom com'st thou? and what is thy quarrel? Mar. Go bear this lance [To an Officer. ] to Speak like a true knight; so defend thee heaven!

Thomas, duke of Norfolk. Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, 1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Am I; who ready here do stand in arms,

Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himself, To prove by God's grace, and my body's valor, On pain to be found false and recreant, In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous,

A traitor to his God, his king, and him; To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; And dares him to set forward to the fight, And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke Mar. On pain of death no person be so bold,

of Norfolk, Or daring hardy, as to touch the lists ;

On pain to be found false and recreant, Except the marshal, and such officers

Both to defend himself, and to approve
Appointed to direct these fair designs. [hand, Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,

Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's To God, his sovereign, and to him, disloyal ;
And bow my knee before his majesty:

Courageously, and with a free desire,
For Mowbray and myself are like two men Attending but the signal to begin.

[ants. That yow a long and weary pilgrimage;

Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatThen let us take a ceremonious leave,

[A Charge sounded. And loving farewell of our several friends. [ness, Stay, the king hath thrown his & warder down.

Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your high K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave.

spears, K. Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our And both return back to their chairs again. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, [arms. Withdraw with us; and let the trumpets sound, So be thy fortune in this royal fight.

While we return these dukes what we decree.Farewell , my blood; which if to-day thou shed,

[A long flourish. Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. Draw near, [To the Combatants.] and list, what Boling. O! let no noble eye profane a tear

with our council we have done. For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear,

For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd As confident as is the falcon's flight

With that dear blood which it hath b fostered;
Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
My loving lord, I take my leave of you ;-

Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbors' swords;
Of you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle ;-
Not sick, although I have to do with death,

• Yielding - Brighten. Helmet-"To jest," i. a, to

play a part in a masque.- Truncheon ; staff of command. • Forbid. - Impeaches.

Nursed.

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