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KING Richard tbe Second.
Duke of York,
Uncles to the John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster,
King Bolingbroke, Son to John of Gaunt, afterwards King
Henry the Fourth.
A umerle, 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 Carlisle.
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, dispersedly, in several Parts of England.
Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other.
Nobles and Attendants.
LD John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster,
Halt thou, according to thy oath and bond,
Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son,
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, halt thou founded him,
'The Life and Death of King Accusation of high Treason, Richard II.] But this History which fell out in the Year 1398; comprizes little more than the and it closes with the Murder of Two last Years of this Prince. King Richard at Pomfret-Castle The Aâion of the Drama be- towards the End of the Year gins with Bel ng broke's appeal- 1400, or the Beginning of the ing the Duke of Norfolk, on an ensuing Year. THEOBALD.
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 fift him on that argu-
On some apparent Danger seen in him
Aim'd at your Highness; no inver'rate malice.
K. Rich. Then call them to our presence ; face to
face, And frowning brow to brow. Our selves will hear Th'accuser, and th’accused freely speak.High-stomach'd are they Both, and full of ire; In rage, deaf as the sea; hasty 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!
K. Rich. We thank you both, yet ane 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 soul 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.
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 speaks, my · Right-drawn Sword
Mowb. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal;
'Tis not the tryal 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 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 else would poft, 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 Leige,
I do defie him, and I spit at him ;
Call him a Nand'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 set his foot.
Mean time, let this defend my Loyalty ;
By all my hopes, most fallly doth he lie.
Boling. Pale trembling Coward, there I throw my
Disclaiming here the kindred of a King,
And lay aside my high blood's Royalty,
Which fear, not rev rence, makes thee to except.
If guilty Dread hath left thee so much strength,
Rigbt-drawn) Drawn in * Inhabitable.] That is, nit a right or just Cause.
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 !