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Since we can not atone you, we shall see
SCENE II.-The same. A Room in the DUKE OF
Enter GAUNT and DUCHESS OF GLOSTER.
Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?
Gaunt. God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute,
Duch. Where, then, alas, may I complain myself?
Duch. Why, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.
Gaunt. Sister, farewell: I must to Coventry:
Duch. Yet one word more:-grief boundeth where it falls, Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: I take my leave before I have begun; For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. Commend me to my brother, Edmund York. Lo, this is all :-nay, yet depart not so; Though this be all, do not so quickly go; I shall remember more. Bid him-0, what?With all good speed at Plashy visit me. Alack, and what shall good old York there see, But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls, Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? And what hear there for welcome, but my groans? Therefore commend me; let him not come there To seek out sorrow that dwells everywhere. Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die: The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye!
Enter the Lord Marshal, and AUMERLE.
Mar. The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.
Ăum. Why, then, the champions are prepar'd, and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach. Flourish of trumpets. Enter KING RICHARD, who takes his
seat on his throne; GAUNT, and several Noblemen, who take their places. A trumpet is sounded, and answered by another trumpet within. Then enter NORFOLK in armour, preceded by a Herald. K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion The cause of his arrival here in arms: Ask him his name; and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause.
Mar. In God's name and the king's, say who thou art, And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in arms; Against what man thou com’st, and what thy quarrel: Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thine oath; As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!
Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk; Who hither come engaged by my oath,Which God defend a knight should violate ! Both to defend my loyalty and truth To God, my king, and his succeeding issue, Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me; And, by the grace of God and this mine arm, To prove him, in defending of myself, A traitor to my God, my king, and me: And as I truly fight, defend me heaven! Trumpet sounds. Enter BOLINGBROKE in armour,
preceded by a Herald.
Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,
That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous,
Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold
Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand,
Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your highness, And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.
K. Rich. We will descend and fold him in our arms. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight! Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.
Boling. O, let no noble eye profane a tear For me, if I be gor’d with Mowbray's spear: As confident as is the falcon's flight Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.My loving lord, I take my leave of you ;Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle; Not sick, although I have to do with death, But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath. Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet The daintiest last, to make the end more sweet:-O thou, the earthly author of my blood, - [To GAUNT. Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head, Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ; And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat, And furbish new the name of John o' Gaunt, Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son.
Gaunt. God in thy good cause make thee prosperous ! Be swift like lightning in the execution; And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Fall like amazing thunder on the casque O thy advérse pernicious enemy: Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live.
Boling. Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive!
Nor. However God or fortune cast my lot,
K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy
Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,
Boling. Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen.
Duke of Norfolk.
2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,
[A charge sounded. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.
K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their spears, And both return back to their chairs again :Withdraw with us:--and let the trumpets sound While we return these dukes what we decree.
[A long flourish.
[To the combatants. And list what with our council we have done. For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd With that dear blood which it hath fostered; And for our eyes do hate the dire aspéct