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John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, }Uncles to the King.
KING Richard the Second.
Uncles to Bolingbroke, Son to John of Gaunt, afterwards King
Henry the Fourth.
Friends to BolingRoss,
broke.. Willoughby, Bishop of Carlisle,
Lords in the Parliament.
Queen to King Richard.
and otber Attendants.
SCENE, dispersedly, in several Parts of England.
A CT Í. SCENE I.
Tbe CO U R T. Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other
Nobles and Attendants.
bond, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold
fon, Here to make good the boist’rous 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 founded him, • If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice, ! If he appeal the Duke ;] Appeal, i. e. cail, demand, chal
lenge, from appello.
Or worthily, as a good Subject should,
S CE N E II.
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!
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 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, Tend'ring the precious safety of my Prince, And free from other mis-begotten 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, Or my divine foul answer it in heav'n. 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.
Gage, Disclaiming here the kindred of a King, And lay alide my high blood's Royalty: (Which fear, not rev'rence, 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 rights of Knighthood else, Will I make good against 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 lay to Mowbray's
charge? It must be great,’ that can inhabit us So much as of a thought of Ill in him.
Boling. Look, what I said, 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 imployments; Like a false traitor and injurious villain. Besides, I say, and will in battel prove, Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest 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 falfe 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 confequently, like a traitor-coward, Sluic'd out his inn'cent soul through streams of blood; Which blood, like facrificing Abel's, cries Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, To nie, 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! Toomas of Norfolk, what lay'st thou to this?
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