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The life, the right, and truth of all this realm 0, let it not be said !-Forage, and run
Is fled to heaven; and England now is left

To meet displeasure further from the doors;
To tug and scanble, and to part by tlie teeth And grapple with him, ere he come so nigh.
The unowed* interest of proud-swelling state.

K. John. The legate of the pope hath been with Now, for the bare-pick'd bone of majesty,

me, Dotli dogged war bristle his angry crest,

And I have made a happy peace with him ;
And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace :

And he hath promised to dismiss the powers •
Now powers from home, and discontents at home, Led by the Dauphin.
Meet in one line ; and vast confusion waits

Basi. O inglorious league!
(As doth a raven on a sick-fallen beast,)

Shall we, upon the footing of our land,
The imminent decay of wrested pomp.

Send fair-play orders, and make compromise,
Now happy he, whose cloak and cincture + can Insinuation, parley, and base truce,
Hold out this tempest. Bear away that child, To arms invasive i Shall a beardless boy,
And follow me with speed ; I'll to the king : A cocker'd + silken wanton brave our fields,
A thousand businesses are brief in hand,

And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
And heaven itself doth frown upon the land. Mocking the air with colours idly spread,

(Exeunt. | And find no check? Let us, my liege, to arms :

Perchance, the cardinal cannot make your peace; ACT V.

Or it' he do, let it at least be said,

They saw we had a purpose of defence.
SCENE I - The same.-A Room in the Palace. K. John. Have thou the ordering of this present

Enter KING JOHN, PANDULPH with the Crown, and Bust. Away then, with good courage; yet, 1

K. John. Thus hare 1 yielded up into your hand Our party may well meet a prouder foe. (Ereunt.
The circle of my glory.

Pand. Take again (Giving John the Crown. SCENE II.-A Plain, near St. Edmund's-Bury.
From this my hand, as holding of the pope',
Your sovereign greatness and authority

Enter, in Arms, LEWIS, SALISBURY, MELEN, Pex:
K. John. Now keep your holy word : go meet the

BROKE, Bigot, and Soldiers.

Lew. My lord Melun, let this be copied out,
And from his holiness use all your power

And keep it safe for our remembrance :
To stop their marches, 'fore we are inflamed. Return the precedent to these lords again ;
Our discontented counties do revolt;

That, having our fair order written down,
Our people quarrel with obedience;

Both they, and we, perusing o'er these notes,
Swearing allegiance, and the love of soul,

May know wherefore we took the sacrament,
To stranger blood, tó foreign royal:y.

And keep our faiths firm and inviolable.
This inundation of mistemper'd humour

Sal. Upon our sides it never shall be broken,
Rests by you only to be qualified.

And, noble Dauphin, albeit we swear
Then pause not ; for the present time's so sick, A voluntary zeal and uuurged faith,
That present medicine most be minister'd,

To your proceedings ; yet, believe me, prince,
Or overthrow incurable ensues.

I ain not glad that such a sore of time
Pand. It was my breath that blew this tempest up, Should seek a plaister by contemn'd revolt,
Upon your stubborn usage of the pope :

And heal the inveterate canker of one wound,
But, since you are a genile convertite i,

By making many : 0, it grieves my soul,
My longue shall hush again this storm of war, That I must draw this metal from my side
And make fair weather in your blustering land. To be a widow-maker ; 0, and there,
On this Ascension-day, remember well,

Where honourable rescue, and defence,
l'pon your oath of service to the pope,

Cries out upon the name of Salisbury;
Go I to make the French lay down their arms. (Exit. But such is the infection of the time,
K. John. Is this Ascension-day? Did not the That, for the health and physic of our right,

We cannot deal but with the very hand
Say, that, before Ascension-day at noon,

Of stern injustice and confused wrong:-
My crown I should give off ? Even so I have: And is't not pity, O my grieved friends!
I did suppose, it should be on constraint;

That we, the sons and children of this isle,
But, heaven be thank'd, it is but voluntary. Were born to see so sad an hoor as this;

Wherein we step after a stranger march
Enter the BASTARD.

Upon her gentle bosom, and fill up
Bast. All Kent hath yielded; nothing there holds Her enemies' ranks, (I must withdraw and weep

Upon the spot of this enforced cause.)
But Dover-castle: London hath received,

To grace the gentry of a land remote,
Like a kind host, the Dauphin and his powers : And follow unacquainted colours here?
Your robles will not liear you, but are gone What, here?-0 nation, that thou couldst remove !
To otter service to your enemy ;

That Neptune's arms, who clippeth 1 thee about,
And wild amazement hurries up and down

Would bear thee from the knowledge of tliyselí,
The little number of your doubtful friends. And grapple thee unto a pagan shore;

K. John. Would not my lords return to me again, Where these two Christian armies inight combine
After they heard young Arthur was alive?

The blood of malice in a vein of league,
Bast. They found him dead, and cast into the And not to spend it so unneighbourly!

Lew. A poble temper dost thou shew in this;
Ản empty casket, where the jewel of life

And great affections, wrestling in thy bosom,
By some damnu'd hand was robb’d and ta'en away. Do make an earthquake of nobility:
K. John. That villain Hubert told me, he did live. o, what a noble combat hast thou fought,

Bast. So, on my soul, he did, for aught he knew. Between compulsion, and a brave respect!
But wherefore do you droop? Why look yon sad ? Let me wipe of this honourable dew,
Be great in act, as you have been in thought; That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks :
Let not the world see fear, and sad distrust, My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Govern the motion of a kingly eye:

Being an ordinary inundation ;
Be stirring as the time; be fire with fire ;

But this effusion of such maniy drops,
Threaten the threat'ver, and outface the brow This shower, blown op by tempest of the soul,
Of bragging horror: so shall inferior eyes,

Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed
That borrow their behaviours from the great, Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Grow great by your example, and put on

Figured quite o'er with burping meteors.
The dauntless spirit of resolution.

Lilt up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
Away; and glister like the god of war,

And with a great heart heave away this storm :
When he intendeth to become the field :

Commend these waters to those baby eyes,
Shew boldness, and aspiring confidence.

That never saw the giant world enraged ;
Whal, shall they seek the lion in his den,

Nor niet with fortune other than at feasts,
And Iright him there? And make him tremble there? Full warm of blood, of nuirth, of gossiping.

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Come, come ; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep | To crouch in litter of your stalle planks ;
intu the purse of rich prosperity,

To lie, like pawns, lock'd up in chests and trunks ;
As Lewis himself:--So, nobles, shall you all, To hug with swine ; to seek sweet safety out
That knit your sinews to the strength of mine. In vaults and prisons; and to thrill, and shake
Enter PANDULPH, attended.

Even at the crying of your nation's crow,

Thinking his voice an armed Englishman ;And even there, methinks, an angel spake: Shall that victorious hand be reebied here, Look, where the holy legate comes apace,

That in your chambers gare you chastisement! To give us warrant from the hand of heaven; No: know, the gallant monarch is in his arms; And on our actions set the name of right,

And like an eagle o'er his aieryt towers, With holy breath.

To souse annoyance that comes near his nest. Pand. Hail, noble prince of France !

And you degenerate, you ingrate revolts, The next is this,-King John hath reconciled You bloody Neroes, ripping up the womb Himself to Rome ; his spirit is come in,

Of your dear mother England, blush for shanie : That so stood out against the holy church,

For your own Jadies, and pale-visaged maids, The great metropolis and see of Rome :

Like Amazons, conie tripping after drums; Therefore thy threat'ning colours now wind up, Their thimbles into armed gauntlets change, And tame the savage spirit of wild war ;

Their neelds 1 to lances, and their gentle hearts That, like a lion fister'd up at hand,

To fierce and bloody inclination. It may lie gently at the foot of peace,

Lew. There end ihy brave $; and turn thy face And be no further harmful than in show.

in peace; Leu. Your grace shall pardon me, I will not We grant, ihou canst outscold us : fare thee well : back ;

We hold our time too precious to be spent I am too high-born to be propertied,

With such a brabbler. To be a secondary at control,

Pand. Give me leave to speak.
Or useful serving-man, and instrument,

Bast. No, I will speak.
To any sovereigii state throughout the world. Len'. We will attend to neither :-
Your breath first kindled the dead coal of wars Strike up the drums; and let the tongue of war
Between this chastised kingdom and myself, Plead for our interest, and our being here.
And brought in maller that should feed this fire ; Bast. Indeed, your drams, being beaten, wie
And now 'ris far too huge to be blown out

cry out;
With that same weak wind which enkindled it. And so shall you, being beaten: do but start
You taught me how to know the face of right, An echo with the clamour of thy drum,
Acquainted me with interest to this land,

And even at hand a drum is ready braced,
Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heari ;

That shall reverberate all as loud as thine ;
And come you now to tell me, John hath made Sound bat another, and another shall,
His peace with Rome 1 What is that peace to me? As loud as thme, rattle the welkin's ll ear,
1, by the honour of my marriage-bed,

And mock the deep-mouth'd thunder : for at hand
Afler young Arthur, claim this land for mine; (Not trusting to this halting legate here,
And, now it is half-conquer'd, must I back,

Whom he hall used rather for sport than nei,
Because that John hath made his peace with Rome? Is warlike Juhn; and in his forehead sits
Am I Rome's slave? What penny hath Rome A bare ribb'd death, whose office is this day

To feast upon whole thousands of the French.
What men provided, what munition sent,

Lew. Strike up our drums, to find this danger out. To underprop this action ? Is't not I,

Best. And thou shalt find it, Dauphin, do not That undergo this charge? Who else but 1,


And such as to my claim are liable,
Sweat in this business, and maintain this war?

SCENE III.-The same-A Field of Battle.
Have I not heard these islanders shout out,
Vive le roy! as I bave bank'd their towns ?

Alarums.- Enter King John and HUBERT.
Have I not here the best cards for the game,

K. John. How goes the day with us? 0, tell me, To win this easy match play'd for a crown?

Hubert. And shall I now give o'er the yielded set?

Hub. Badly, I fear : How fares your majesty ?
No, on ny soul, it never shall be said.

K. John. This fever, that hath troubled me so long,
Pand. You look but on the outside of this work. Lies heavy on me; ó, my heart is sick!
Lew. Outside or inside, I will not return
Till my attempt so much' be glorified

As to my ample hope was promised

Mess. My lord, your valiant kinsman, Faulcon Before I drew this gallant head of war,

bridge, And cull'd these fiery spirits from the world, Desires your majesty to leave the field, To outlook + conquest, and to win renown

And send him word by me which way you go. Even in the jaws of danger and of death.

A. John. Tell him, toward Swinstead, to the ab[Trumpet sounds.

bey there. What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us ?

Mess. Be of good comfort ; for the great supply,

That was expected by the Dauphin here,
Enter the BASTARD, attended.

Are wreck'd three nights ago on Goodwin sands.
Bast. According to the fair play of the world, This news was brought to Richard but even now !
Let me have audience ; I am sent to speak :- The French fight coldly, and retire themselves.
My holy lord of Milan from the king

K. John. Ah me! this tyrant fever burns me up,
I come, to learn how you have dealt for him ; Aud will not let me welcome this good news.-
And, as you answer, I do know the scope

Set on toward Swinstead : to my litter straight ;
And warrant limited unto my tongue.

Weakness possesseth me, and I am faint. [Ereunt.
Pand. The Dauphin is too wiltul-opposite,
And will not temporize with my entreaties ; SCENE 1V.-The same. Another Part of the same.
He flatly says, he'll not lay down his arms.
Bast. By all the blood that ever fury breathed,

Enter SALISBURY, PENBRUKE, Bigor, and others.
The youth says well :-Now hear our English king. Sal. I did not think the king so stored with friends.
For thus his royalty doth speak in me.

Pemb. Up once again ; put spirit in the French;
He is prepared ; and reason too, he should : If they miscarry, we miscarry too.
This apish and unmannerly approach,

Sul. That misbegotten devil, Faulconbridge,
This harness'd masque, and unadvised reve), In spite of spite, alone upholds the day.
This unhair'd sauciness, and boyish troops,

Pemb. They say, king John, sore sick, hath left
The king doth smile at; and is well prepared

the field, To whip this dwartish war, these piginy arins, From out the circle of his territories.

Enter MELUN wounded, and led by Soldiors, That hand, which had the strength, even at your

Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here.

Sal. When we were happy, we had other names.
To cudgel you, and make you take the hatch I, Pemb. It is the count Melon.
To dive, like buckets, in concealed $ wells;

Sal. Wounded to death, • Appropriated.

Face down.
• The crowing of a cock.

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Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and soldo; / The day shall not be up so soon as I, Unthread the rude eye of rebellion,

To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. (Eseunt. And welcome home again discarded faith, Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; SCENK VI.-An open Place in the Neighbourhood For, if the Prench be lords of this loud day,

of swinstead-Abbey. He 7 means to recompense the pains you take, By cutting off your heads : thus hath he sworn,

Enter the BASTARD and HOBERT, meeting. And I with him, and many more with me,

Hub. Who's there! Speak, ho! Speak quickly, Upon the altar at Saint Edmund's-Bury ;

or I shoot. Even on that altar, where we swore to you

Bast. A.friend :- What art thou ? Dear amity and everlasting love.

Hub. Of che part of England. Sal. May this be possible? May this be true? Bast. Whither dost thou go? Mel. Have I not hideous death within my view, Hub. What's that to thce? Why may not I de. Retaining but a quantity of life ;

Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax! Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine?
Resolveth from his figure 'gainst the fire ?

Bast. Hubert, I link.
What in the world should make me now deceive, Hub. Thou hast a perfect thought;
Since I must lose the use of all deceit?

I will, upon all hazards, well believe
Why should I then be false ; since it is true

Thou art my friend, that know'st my tongue so That I must die here, and live hence by truth?

well : I say again, if Lewis do win the day,

Who art thou ! He is forsworn, if e'er those eyes of yours

Bast. Who thou wilt: an if you please, Behold another day break in the east :

Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think But even this night,-whose black contagious breath I come one way of the Plantagenets. Already smokes about the burning crest

Hub. Unkind remembrance! Thou, and eyeless of the old, feeble, and day-wearied san,

night, Even this ill night, your breathing shall expire ; Have done me shame :Brave soldier, pardon me Paying the fine of rated treachery,

That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. If Lewis by your assistance win the day:

Bast. Come, come ; sans compliment, what news Commend me to one Hubert, with your king;

abroad? The love of him,--and this respect besides,

Hub. Why, here walk 1, in the black brow of For that my grandsire was an Englishman,

night, Awakes my conscience to confess all this.

To find you out. In lieu g whereof, I pray you, bear me hence

Bast. Brief, then; and what's the news From forth the noise and rumour of the field

Hub. O, my sweet Sir, news fitting to the night, Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. In peace, and part this body and my soul

Bast. Shew me the very wound of this ill news; With contemplation and devout desires.

I am no woman, I'll not swoon at it. Sal. We do believe thee,-And beshrew || my soul Hub. The king, I fear is poison'd by a monk : But I do love the favour and the form

I left him almost speechless, and broke out of this most fair occasion, by the which

To acquaint you with this evil; that you might We will untread the steps of danned flight; The better arm you to the sudden time, And, like a bated and retired flood,

Than if you had at leisure known of this. Leaving our rankness and irregular course,

Bant. How did he take it? Who did taste to Stoop Jow within those bounds we have o'erlook'd,

him 1 And calmly run on in obedience,

Hub. A monk, I tell you ; a resolved villain, Even to our ocean, to our great king John.- Whose bowels suddenly burst ont : the king My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence ;

Yet speaks, and, peradventure, may recover. For I do see the cruel pangs of death

Bast. Who didst ou leave to tend his majesty Right I in thine eye.- Away, my friends! New Hub. Why, know you not? The lords are all Night;

come back, And happy newness **, that intends old right. And brought prince Henry in their company ; (Exeunt, leading of Melun. At whose request the king hath pardon'd them,

And they are all about his majesty. SCENE 1.-The same. The French Camp Bast. Withhold thine indignation, mighty hea

ven, Enter Lewis, and his Train.

And tempt us not to bear above our power !-. Lew. The sun of lieaven, methought, was loth to I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night, set :

Passing these fiats, are taken by the tide,
But staid, and made the western welkin # blush, These Lincoln washes nave derour'd them;
When the English measured backward their own Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escaped.

Away, before! Conduct me to the king; lo faint retire :' o, bravely came we off,

I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. (Ereunt. When with a volley of our needless shot, After such bloody toil, we bid good night;

SCENE VII.-The Orchard Ý Swinstead-Abbey. And wound our tatter'd colours clearly up, Last in the field, and almost lords of it!

Enter Prince STENRY, SALISBURY, and Bigot. Enter a MESSENGER.

P. Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood

Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin! (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling, Leu. Here :- What news?

Mess. The count Melun is slain; the English lords, Dotlı, by the idle comments that it makes,
By his persuasion, are again falleu off :

Foretell the ending of mortality.
And your supply, which you have wish'd so long,
Are cast away, and sunk, on Goodwin sands.

Enter PEMBROKE. Lew. Ah, foul shrewd news !-- Beshrew thy very Pemb. His highness yet doth speak; and holds heart;

belief, I did not think to be sad to-night,

That, being brought into the open air, As this hath made me. Who was he, that said, It would allay the burning quality King Jolın did tly, an hour or two before

or that fell poison which assaileth him. The stumbling night did part our weary powers ? P. Hen. Let him he brought into the orchard here. Mess. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord. Doth he still rage?

(Exit Bigot. Lew. Well ; keep good qoarter, it and good care Pemb. He is more patient to-night :

Than when you left him ; even now he song.

P. Hon. Ó vanity of sickness! Fierce extremes, • A proverb intimating treachery. + Lewis. In their continuance, will not feel themselves. 1 In allusion to the images made by witches.

Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts, Place.

III betide. I Immediate. Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now Innoration.

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faiths ;

Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an
With many legions of strange fantasies ;

Which, in their thruag and press to that last hold, My liege! My lord !—But now a king-now thus.
Confound themselves. 'Tis strange, that death P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so stop.
should sing.

What surety of the world, what hope,

what stay, I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,

When this was now a king, and now is clay ! Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death; Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behind, And from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings

To do thee office for thee of revenge ;
His swul and body to their lasting rest.

And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,
Sal. Be of good comfort, prince; for you are born As it on earth hath been thy servant still.-
To set a form o;on that indigest

Now, now, you stars, that move in your right
Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude.


Where be your powers ? Shew now your mended
Re-enter Bigot and Attendants, who bring in King
JOHN in a Chair.

And instantly return with me again,
K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow. To push destruction, and perpetual shame,

Out of the weak door of our mainting land : It would not out at windows, nor at doors.

Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; There is so hot a summer in my bosom,

The Dauphin rages at our very heels. That all my bowels crumble up to dust:

Sal. It seems, you know noi then so much as we : I am a scribbled forin, drawn with a pen

The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, Upon a parchment; and against this fire

Who half an hour since came from the Dauphin; Do I shrink up.

And brings from him such offers of our peace P. Hen. How fares your majesty!

As we with honour and respect may take, K. John. Poison'd,-ill lare ; dead, forsook, cast With purpose presently to leave this war. off :

Bast. He will the rather do it, when he sees And noue of you will bid the winter come,

Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.
To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;

Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already ;
Nor let my kingdoni's rivers take their course For many carriages he hath despatch'd
Through ny buru'd bosom ; nor entreal the north To the sea-side, and put his cause and quarrel
To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, To the disposing of the cardinal :
And comfort me with cold :-I do not ask you with whom yourself, myself, and other lords,

If you think meet, this afternoon will post
I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait, To cónsummate this business happily.
Ana so ingrateful, you deny me that.

Bast. Let it be so :-And you, my noble prince
P. Hen. O that there were some virtue in my tears, With other princes that may best be spared,
That might relieve you!

Shall wait upon your father's funeral.
K. John. The salt in them is hot.

P. Hen. Ai Worcester must his body be interr'd; Within me is a hell; and there the poison

For so he will'd it. Is, as a fiend, confined to tyrannize

Bast. Thither shall it then.
On unreprievuble condemned blood.

And happily may your sweet self put on
Enter the BASTARD.

The lineal state and glory of the land !

To whom, with all submission, on my knee,
Bast. 0, I am scalded with my violent motion, I do bequeath my faithful services
And spleen of speed to see your majesty.

And true subjection everlastingly.
K. John. O cousin, lhou art come to set mine eye: Sal. Apd the like tender of our love we make,
The tackle of iny heart is crack'd and buru'd; To rest without a spot for evermore.
And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should sail, P. Hen. I have a kind soul that would give you
Are turned to one thread, one little hair:

My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
Which holds but till thy news be utier'd ;

Bast. 0, let us pay the time but needful woe, And then all this thou seest, is but a clod,

Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.And modulet ot confounded royalty.

This England never did, (nor never shall, Bast. The Dauphin is preparing hitherward ; Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, Where, heaven he knows, how we shall answer him: But when it first did help to wound itself. Por, in a nigot, the best part of my power,

Now these her princes are come home again, As I upon advantage did renove,

Come the three corners of the world in arms, Were in the washes, all unwarily,

And we shall shock them: nought shall make us Devoured by the unexpected Hood. (The King dies. rue,

If England to itself do rest but true. [Ereunt. • Narrow, avaricious.

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Lord Russ.- Lord WILLOUGHDY.-Lord FitzwATER. EDMUND OP LANGLEY, Duke of York; ? Uncles to Bishop ur CARLISLE.-- Abbot of Westminster. John of GAUNT, Duke of Lancaster; } the King. LORD MARSHAL; and another Lord. HENRY, survamed Bolingbroke, Duke of Heretord, Sir PIERCE of ExTUN -Sir Sternen Scroor.

Son to John of Gaunt; afterwards King Captain of a Band of Welchmen.

Henry IV.
DUKE OF AUÝBRLE, Son to the Duke of York. QUEEN to King Richard.
MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk.


Duchess Of York.

Lady attending on the Queen.
Bagot, Creatures to King Richard.

Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gardeners, GREEN,

Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants. EARL OF NORTHUMBERLAND : HENRY PERCT, his Son.

Scene, dispersedly in England and Wales,


Come I appellant to this princely presence.

Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, SCENE 1.- London.-A Room in the Palacc. And mark my greeting well; for what I senk,

My body shall make good upon this earili, Enter King Richard, attended; John of Gaunt, Or my divine soul answer it'in heaven. and other Nobles, with him.

Thou art a traitor and a miscreant ; K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lan. Too good to be so, and too bad to live; caster,

Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band • The uglier seein the clouds that in it ty. Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son ; Once more, the more to aggravate the note, Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, With a toul trailor's name stuff I thy throat; Which then our leisare would not let us hear, And wish, (so please my sovereign,) ere I move, Against the Duke of Nortolk, Thomas Mowbray ? What my tongue spcaks, my right-drawu sward Gaunt. I have, my liege.

may prove. K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zoal: hini,

'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, If he appeal the duke on ancient malice;

The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Or worthily, as a good subject should,

Can arbitrate this cause betwixt is twain ;
On some known ground of treachery in him? The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this,
Gaunt. As pear as I could sift him on that argu- Yet can I not of such tame patience boast,

As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say :
On some apparent danger seen in him,

First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me Aini'd at your bighness, no inveterate malice. From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face to

Which else would post, until it had returu'd face,

These terms of treason doubled down his throat, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear Setting aside his high blood's royalty, The accuser, and the accused, freely speak :- And let him be no kinsman to my liege,

(Ereunt some Attendants. I do defy him, and I spit at him; High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, Call hinna slanderous coward, and a villain : In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

Which to maintain, I would allow him odds;

And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot
Re-enter ATTENDANTS, with BOLING BROKE and Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,

Or any other ground inhabitable
Boling. May many years of happy days befal Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.
My gracious sovereigii, iny most loving liege! Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,-

Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Boling: Pale trembling coward, there I throw
Add an immortal title to your crown !

my gage,
h. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but flat- Disclaiming here the kindred of a king ;
ters us,

And lay aside my high blood's royalty, As well appeareth by the cause you come ; Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except. Namely, to appealt each other of high treason.- If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object

As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop; Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? By that, and all the rites of knighthood else, Boling. First, (heaven be the record to my Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, speech!)

What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. In the devotion of a subject's love,

Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, Tendering the precious surety of my prince,

Which gently laid my kniglithood on my shoulder, And free from other misbegotten hate,

l'll answer thee in any fair degree,
• Bond.
+ Accuse.


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