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KING Richard the Second.
Duke of York,
Uncles to the
John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster,
Bolingbroke, Son to John of Gaunt, afterwards King
Henry the Fourth.
Aumerle, Son to the Duke of York.
Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.
Earl of Salisbury.
Servants to King Richard.
Earl of Northumberland.
Percy, Son to Northumberland.
Bishop of Carlifle.
Sir Stephen Scroop.
Abbot of Westminster.
Sir Pierce of Exton.
Queen to King Richard:
Dutchess of Gloucester.
Dutchess of York.
Ladies, attending on the Queen.
Heralds, two Gardiners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants.
SCENE, difperfedly, in feveral Parts of England.
Of this the Editions, earlier I have a collation by Mr. Theothan the firft Folio, are, bald
I. 4to, by Valentine Simmes, for Andrew Wife, 1598, of which
II. 4to, for Mathew Law, 1615, from which the firft Folio was printed.
A C T I. SCENE 1.
Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other Nobles and Attendants.
LD John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster, Haft thou, according to thy oath and bond, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold fon, Here to make good the boift'rous late Appeal, Which then our leifure would not let us hear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? Gaunt. I have, my liege.
K. Rich. Tell me moreover, haft thou founded him,
If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice,
Or worthily, as a good Subject should,
On fome known ground of treachery in him?
Gaunt. As near as I could fift him on that argu-
On fome apparent Danger seen in him
Aim'd at your Highnefs; no invet'rate malice.
K. Rich. Then call them to our prefence; face to
And frowning brow to brow. Our felves will hear
Th' accufer, and th' accufed freely speak.-
High-ftomach'd are they Both, and full of ire;
In rage, deaf as the fea; hafty as fire.
Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray.
Boling. May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereign, my most loving Liege!
Mowb. Each day still better other's happiness;
Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,
Add an immortal title to your Crown I
K. Rich. We thank you both, yet one but flatters us,
As well appeareth by the cause you come;
Namely, t'appeal each other of high Treafon.
Coufin of Hereford, what doft thou object
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
Boling. Firft (Heaven be the record to my speech
In the devotion of a-Subject's love,
Tend'ring the precious fafety of my Prince,
And free from other mif- begotten hate,
Come I Appellant to this princely prefence.
-Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,
And mark my Greeting well; for what I fpeak,
My body shall make good upon this earth,
Or my divine foul answer it in heav'n.
Thou art a traitor and a mifcreant;
Too good to be fo, and too bad to live;
Since, the more fair and cryftal is the sky,
The uglier feem the clouds, that in it fly.
Once more, the more to aggravate the Note,
With a foul Traytor's Name ftuff I thy throat;
And wish, so please my Sov'reign, ere I move,
What my Tongue fpeaks, my Right-drawn Sword
Mowb. Let not my cold words here accufe my zeal; 'Tis not the tryal of a woman's war,
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Can arbitrate this caufe betwixt us twain;
The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this.
Yet can I not of fuch tame patience boast,
As to be husht, and nought at all to say.
First, the fair Rev'rence of your Highness curbs me,
From giving reins and fpurs to my free speech;
Which elfe would post, until it had return'd
These terms of Treafon doubled down his throat.
Setting afide his high blood's Royalty,
And let him be no kinfman to my Leige,
I do defie him, and I fpit at him;
Call him a fland'rous coward, and a villain;
Which to maintain, I would allow him odds,
And meet him, were I ty'd to run a-foot
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
Or any other ground inhabitable,
Where never Englishman durft fet his foot.
Mean time, let this defend my Loyalty;
By all my hopes, moft falfly doth he lie.
Boling. Pale trembling Coward, there I throw my
Disclaiming here the kindred of a King,
And lay afide my high blood's Royalty,
Which fear, not rev rence, makes thee to except.
If guilty Dread hath left thee so much strength,
2 Right-drawn.] a right or juft Cause.
* Inhabitable.] That is, not babitable, uninhabitable.
As to take up mine Honour's pawn, then stoop;
By that, and all the rights of Knighthood else,
Will I make good againlt thee, arm to arm,
What I have spoken, or thou canst devise.
Mowb. I take it up, and by that Sword I swear,
Which gently laid my Knighthood on my shoulder,
I'll answer thee in any fair degree,
Or chivalrous design of knightly tryal ;
And when I mount, alive may I not light,
If I be traitor, or unjustly fight!
K. Rich. What doth our Cousin say 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 said, my life shall prove it
That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles,
In name of lendings for your Highness' soldiers,
The which he hath detain'd for lewd imployments ;
Like a false traitor and injurious villain.
Besides, I say, and will in battle prove,
Or here, or elsewhere, to the furtheft 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 Gloucester's death ;
Suggest his foon-believing adversaries;
And consequently, like a traitor-coward,
Sluic'd out his inn'cent soul through itreams of blood;
Which blood, like facrificing Abel's, cries
Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,
Toine, 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 foars !