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EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of York, } Uncles to the King.
JOHN OF GAUNT, Duke of Lancaster,
HENRY, surnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Hereford, Son
to JOHN OF GAUNT, afterwards King HENRY IV.
DUKE OF AUMERLE, Son to the Duke of York.
THOMAS MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.
DUKE OF SURREY.
EARL OF SALISBURY.
Bagot, Creatures to KING RICHARD.
EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND.
HENRY PERCY, his Son.
BISHOP OF CARLISLE.
ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER.
SIR PIERCE OF EXTON.
SIR STEPHEN SCROOP.
Captain of a Band of Welshmen.
QUEEN to KING RICHARD.
DUCHESS OF GLOSTER.
DUCHESS OF YORK.
Lady attending on the QUEEN.
Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Two Gardeners, Keeper,
Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants.
SCENE,-Dispersedly in ENGLAND and WALES.
SCENE I.-LONDON. A Room in the Palace.
Enter KING RICHARD, attended; JOHN OF GAUNT,
and other Nobles.
K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster,
Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,
Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son,
Here to make good the boisterous late appeal,
Which then our leisure would not let us hear,
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
Gaunt. I have, my liege.
K. Rich. Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him,
If he appeal the duke on ancient malice;
Or worthily, as a good subject should,
On some known ground of treachery in him ?
Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that argument, —
On some apparent danger seen in him,
Aim'd at your highness, -no inveterate malice.
K. Rich. Then call them to our presence: face to face, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear The accuser and the accused freely speak :
[Exeunt some Attendants. High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, In
rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Re-enter Attendants, with BOLINGBROKE and NOFFOLK. Boling. Many years of happy days befall My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege ! Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; VOL. III.
Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,
Add an immortal title to your crown !
K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but flatters us,
As well appeareth by the cause you come;
Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.-
Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
Boling. First,-heaven be the record to my speech!-
In the devotion of a subject's love,
Tendering the precious safety of my prince,
And free from other misbegotten hate,
Come I appellant to this princely presence.-
Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee;
And mark my greeting well; for what I speak,
My body shall make good upon this earth,
divine soul answer it in heaven.
Thou art a traitor and a miscreant;
Too good to be so, and too bad to live;
Since the more fair and crystal is the sky,
The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
Once more, the more to aggravate the note,
With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat;
And wish, —so please my sovereign, -ere I move,
What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword may prove.
Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal :
'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain :
The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this:
Yet can I not of such tame patience boast
As to be hush'd, and naught at all to say:
First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me
From giving reins and spurs to my free speech;
Which else would post until it had return'd
These terms of treason doubled down his throat.
Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
And let him be no kinsman to my liege,
I do defy him, and I spit at him;
Call him a slanderous coward and a villain:
Which to maintain, I would allow him odds;
And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
Or any other ground inhabitable,
Wherever Englishman durst set his foot.
Meantime let this defend my loyalty,
By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
Disclaiming here the kindred of the king ;
And lay aside my high blood's royalty,
Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.
If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength
As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop:
By that and all the rites of knighthood else,
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise.
Nor. I take it up; and by that sword I swear,
Which gently lay'd my knighthood on my shoulder,
I'll answer thee in any fair degree,
Or chivalrous design of knightly trial:
And when I mount, alive may I not light,
If I be traitor or unjustly fight!
K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay 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 speak my life shall prove it true;That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles, In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers, The which he hath detain’d for lewd employments, Like a false traitor and injurious villain. Besides, I say, and will in battle prove,Or here, or elsewhere to the farthest verge That ever was survey'd by English eye, That all the treasons for these eighteen years Complotted and contrived in this land Fetch'd 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 Gloster's death, Suggest his soon-believing adversaries, And consequently, like a traitor-coward, Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of blood : Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, To me 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 soars !
Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?
Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face,
And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
Till I have told this slander of his blood,
How God and good men hate so foul a liar!