What thou doft know of noble Glofter's death;
Who wrought it with the king, and who perform'd
The bloody office of his timeless end.
Bagot. Then fet before my face the lord Aumerle. Boling. Coufin, ftand forth, and look upon that man. Bagot. My lord Aumerle, I know, your daring tongue Scorns to unfay what once it hath deliver'd.
In that dead time when Glofter's death was plotted,
I heard you fay,-Is not my arm of length,
That reacheth from the restful English court
As far as Calais, to my uncle's bead?
Amongst much other talk, that very time,
I heard you say,—You rather bad refuse
The offer of an hundred thousand crowns,
Than Bolingbroke return to England;
Adding withal, how bleft this land would be,
In this your coufin's death.
Aum. Princes, and noble lords,
What answer fhall I make to this base man?
Shall I fo much difhonour * my fair stars,
On equal terms to give him chastisement?
Either I muft, or have mine honour foil'd
With the attainder of his fland'rous lips.-
There is my gage, the manual seal of death,
That marks thee out for hell: Thou lieft, and
I will maintain what thou haft faid, is false,
In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
To stain the temper of my knightly fword.
Boling. Bagot, forbear, thou fhalt not take it up.
Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best
In all this prefence, that hath mov'd me fo.
Fitzw. If that thy valour 'ftand on fympathies,
my fair stars,]-high defcent. Stand on Sympathies,]-equality of blood-if it can only be dif played upon thy equals.
There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine:
By that fair fun that fhews me where thou ftand'st,
I heard thee fay, and vauntingly thou spak'ft it,
That thou wert cause of noble Glofter's death.
If thou deny'ft it, twenty times thou lieft;
And I will turn thy falfhood to thy heart,
Where it was forged, with my rapier's point.
Aum. Thou dar'ft not, coward, live to fee the day.
Fitzw. Now, by my foul, I would it were this hour.
Aum. Fitzwater, thou art damn'd to hell for this.
Percy. Aumerle, thou lieft; his honour is as true,
In this appeal, as thou art all unjust:
And, that thou art fo, there I throw my gage,
To prove it on thee to the extremeft point
Of mortal breathing; feize it, if thou dar'st.
Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
And never brandifh more revengeful steel
Over the glittering helmet of my foe!
Another Lord. "I tafk thee to the like, forfworn Aumerle;
And fpur thee on with full as many lies
As may be hollow'd in thy treacherous ear
From fun to fun : there is my honour's pawn;
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.
Aum. Who fets me elfe? by heaven, I'll throw at all:
I have a thousand spirits in one breast,
To answer twenty thoufand fuch as you.
Surry. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well
The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
Fitz. 'Tis very true: you were in presence then ;
And you can witnefs with me, this is true.
Surry. As falfe, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.
I tafe thee to the like,]-I put thy valour to the fame teft-1 take the earth-thy cath-talk thy heart.
Fitzw. Surry, thou lieft.
Surry. Difhonourable boy!
That lie fhall lye fo heavy on my sword,
That it shall render vengeance and revenge,
'Till thou the lie-giver, and that lie, do lye
In earth as quiet as thy father's fcull.
In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;
Engage it to the trial, if thou dar'st.
Fitzw. How fondly doft thou spur a forward horse?
If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
"I dare meet Surry in a wilderness,
And spit upon him, whilft I fay, he lies,
And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,
To tie thee to my strong correction.
As I intend to thrive in this new world,
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal :
Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk fay,
That thou, Aumerle, didft fend two of thy men
To execute the noble duke at Calais,
Aum. Some honest Christian truft me with a gage,
That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this,
If he may be repeal'd to try his honour.
Boling. These differences fhall all reft under gage,
'Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be,
And, though mine enemy, reftor'd again
To all his land and fignories; when he's return'd,
Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
Carl. That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.→
Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought
For Jefu Chrift; in glorious Christian field
". I dare meet, &c.]" And dare me to the defert with thy fword." MACBETH, A& III. S. 4. Mach.
• new world,]-upon the ftage of which I have just entered. with a gage,-another, a fecond bood, his own being pledged already.
Streaming the enfign of the Chriftian cross,
Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens :
And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself
To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave
His body to that pleasant country's earth,
And his pure foul unto his captain Chrift,
Under whofe colours he had fought fo long.
Boling. Why, bifhop, is Norfolk dead?
Carl. As fure as I live, my lord.
Boling. Sweet peace conduct his fweet foul to the bofom
Of good old Abraham !-Lords appellants,
Your differences fhall all reft under gage,
'Till we affign you to your days of trial.
Enter York, attended.
York. Great duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing fout
Adopts thee heir, and his high scepter yields
To the poffeffion of thy royal hand:
Afcend his throne, defcending now from him,-
And long live Henry, of that name the fourth!
Boling. In God's name, I'll afcend the regal throne.
Carl. Marry, God forbid !-
Worft in this royal prefence may I speak,
Yet best beseeming me to fpeak, the truth.
Would God, that any in this noble prefence
Were enough noble to be upright judge
Of noble Richard; then true nobleness would
Learn him forbearance from fo foul a wrong.
What fubject can give sentence on his king?
And who fits here, that is not Richard's subject?
Thieves are not judg'd, but they are by to hear,
Although apparent guilt be feen in them:
And fhall the figure of God's majesty,
His captain, fteward, deputy elect,
Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
Be judg'd by fubject and inferior breath,
And he himself not prefent? O, forbid it, God,
That, in a Chriftian climate, souls refin'd
Should fhew fo heinous, black, obfcene a deed!
I speak to subjects, and a fubject fpeaks,
Stirr'd up by heaven thus boldly for his king.
My lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:
And if you crown him, let me prophefy,-
The blood of English shall manure the ground,
And future ages groan for this foul act;
Peace fhall go fleep with Turks and infidels,
And, in this feat of peace, tumultuous wars
Shall kin with kin, and kind with kind confound;
Disorder, horror, fear, and mutiny,
Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
The field of Golgotha and dead mens' fculls.
O, if you rear this house against this house,
It will the wofulleft divifion prove,
That ever fell upon this curfed earth:
Prevent, refift it, let it not be so,
Lest childrens' children cry against you-woe!
North. Well have you argu'd, fir; and, for your pains,
Of capital treason we arreft you here:
My lord of Westminster, be it your charge
To keep him fafely till his day of trial.
May't please you, lords, to grant the commons' fuit? Boling! Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may furrender; fo we shall proceed
York. I will be his conduct.
Boling. Lords, you that here are under our arrest,
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