And why thou com'ft, thus knightly clad in arms ? And fo defend thee heav'n, and thy valour! Mow B. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, Who hither come engaged by my oath, (Which, heav'n defend, a knight should violate!) Both to defend my loyalty and truth, To God, my king, and his fucceeding issue, A traitor to my God, my king, and me; The trumpets found. Enter Bolingbroke, appellant, in armour. K. RICH. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, Thus plated in habiliments of war; Depose him in the juftice of his cause. MAR. What is thy name, and wherefore com'ft thou hither, Before king Richard, in his royal lifts? [To Boling. Against whom comeft thou? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight, fo defend thee heav'n! BOL. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, To prove, by heav'n's grace and my body's valour, That he's a traitor foul and dangerous, To God of heav'n, king Richard, and to me; Appointed to direct these fair designs.. BOL. Lord Marshal, let me kiss my fovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his majesty : For Mowbray and myself are like too men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage; Then let us take a ceremonious leave, MAR. Th' appellant in all duty greets your highness, [To K. Rich. And craves to kifs your hand, and take his leave. K. RICH. We will defcend and fold him in our arms. Coufin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight! Farewel, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, [To Gaunt. Whose youthful fpirit, in me regenerate, GAUNT. Heav'n in thy good cause make thee prosperBe fwift like lightning in the execution, And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Of thy adverse pernicious enemy, Rouze up thy youthful blood, be brave, and live. [ous ! BOL. Mine innocence, God and St. George to thrive ! Mow B. However heav'n or fortune cast my lot, There lives, or dies, true to king Richard's throne, A loyal, just and upright gentleman. Never did captive with a freer heart Cast off his chains of bandage, and embrace Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast. K. RICH. Farewel, my lord; fecurely I efpy MAR. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, 1 BOL. Strong as a tower in hope, cry amen. MAR. Go bear this lance to Thomas duke of Norfolk, I HER. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, Stands here for God, his fovereign and himself, On pain to be found false and recreant, To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,, A traitor to his God, his king and him; And dares him to fet forward to the fight. [Norfolk, 2 HER. Here ftandeth Thomas Mowbray, duke of On pain to be found false and recreant, Both to defend himself, and to approve To God, his sovereign, and to him, difloyal : Attending but the fignal to begin. [A charge founded. MAR. Sound trumpets; and fet forward, combatants. -But stay, the king hath thrown his warder down. [fpears, K. RICH. Let them lay by their helmets and their And both return back to their chairs again. Withdraw with us, and let the trumpets found, While we return these dukes what we decree. [A long flourish; after which, the king fpeaks to the combatants. Draw near ; And lift, what with our council we have done. For that our kingdom's earth fhould not be foil'd Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbour fwords; Of fky-afpiring and ambitious thoughts With rival-hating envy fet you on, To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle But tread the ftranger paths of Banishment. BOL. Your will be done. This must my comfort be, That fun, that warms you here, fhall fhine on me : And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. K. RICH. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Which I with fome unwillingness pronounce. The fly-flow hours fhall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exile: The hopeless word, of "never to return, Mow B. A heavy fentence, my moft fovereign liege, As to be caft forth in the common air, Have I deferved at your highnefs' hands.. |