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To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here ; Some of those branches by the destinies cut; Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Glosspear,

[blood One phial full of Edward's sacred blood, (ter, The which no balm can cure, but his heart- One flourishing branch of his most royal root, Which breath'd this poison.

Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt, K. Rich. Rage must be withstood :- Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all Give me his gage:-lions make leopards tame. faded, Nor. Yea, but not change his spots : take By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe. but my shame,

Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! that bed, that And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, womb,

[thee, The purest treasure mortal times afford, That mettle, that self-mould, that fashion'd Is spotless reputation ; that away,

Made him a man; and though thou liv'st and Men are but gilded loanı, or painted clay.

breath'st, A jewel in a ten times barr'd up chest Yet art thou slain in him : thou dost consent Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.

In some large measure to thy father's death, Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, Take honour from me, and my life is done : Who was the model of thy father's life. Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try : Call it not patience, Gaunt,-it is despair : In that I live, and for that will I die.

In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage; Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy life, do you begin.

(foul sin ! Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee: Boling. O, God defend my soul from such That which in mean men we entitle patience, Shall I seem crest-fall'n in my father's sight? Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, Before this out-dar'd dastard? Ere my tongue The best way is to 'venge my Gloster's death. Shall wound mine honour with such feeble Gaunt. God's is the quarrel ; for God's subwrong,

His deputy anointed in his sight, (stitute, Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear Hath caus'd his death : the which, if wrongThe slavish motive of recanting fear,

fully, And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, Let heaven revenge ; for I may never lift Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's An angry arm against his minister. face.

[Exit Gaunt. Duch. Where then, alas ! may I complain K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to myself?

[defence. command;

Gaunt. To God, the widow's champion and Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Duch. Why then, I will. Farewell, old Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,

Gaunt. At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day: Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold There shall your swords and lances arbitrate Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight : The swelling difference of your settled hate : O, sit my husband's wrong on Hereford's spear, Since we cannot atone you, we shall see That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! Justice design the victor's chivalry.

Or if misfortune miss the first career, Lord Marshal, command our officers at arms Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, Be ready to direct these home alarms.

That they may break his foaming courser's

(Exeunt. back, Scene II.- London. A Room in the Duke And throw the rider headlong in the lists, of Lancaster's Palace.

A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford !

Farewell, old Gaunt: thy sometimes brother's Enter Gaunt and Duchess of Gloster.

wife Gaunt. Alas! the part I had in Gloster's With her companion grief must end her life. blood

Gaunt. Sister, farewell ; I must to Coventry: Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims, As much good stay with thee, as go with me! To stir against the butchers of his life :

Duch. Yet one word more.-Grief boundeth But since correction lieth in those hands

where it falls, Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Not with the empty hollowness, but weight : Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven ; I take my leave before I have begun; Who, when he sees the hours ripe on earth, For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads. Commend me to my brother, Edmund York. Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper Lo! this is all :-nay, yet depart not so ; spur?

Though this be all, do not so quickly go; Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? I shall remember more. Bid him--o, what? Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, With all good speed at Plashy visit me. Were as seven phials of his sacred blood, Alack ! and what shall good old York there see, Or seven fair branches springing from one root; But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,

Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones ? Against whom comest thou ? and what's thy And what hear there for welcome, but my quarrel ? groans ?

[there, Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven! Therefore commend me ; let him not come Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and To seek out sorrow that dwells every where. Derby, Desolate, desolate, will I hence, and die : Am I ; who ready here do stand in arms, The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. To prove, by God's grace, and my body's valour,

(Exeunt. In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk,

That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous, SCENE III.-Gosford Green, near Coventry. To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; Lists set out, and a Throne. Heralds, &c., at- And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven?

Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, tending:

Or daring hardy, as to touch the lists ; Enter the Lord Marshal and Aumerle.

Except the marshal, and such officers Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford Appointed to direct these fair designs. arm'd?

[in. Boling. Lord Marshal, let me kiss my soveAum. Yea, at all points ; and longs to enter reign's hand, Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and And bow my knee before his majesty : bold,

(trumpet. For Mowbray and myself are like two men Stays but the summons of the appellant's That vow a long and weary pilgrimage ; dum. Why, then, the champions are pre- Then let us take a ceremonious leave, par'd, and stay

And loving farewell of our several friends. For nothing but his majesty's approach. Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your Flourish of Trumpets. Enter King Richard, highness,

leave. who takes his seat on his Throne; Gaunt, And craves to kiss your hand, and take his Bushy, Bagot, Green, and others, who K. Rich. [Descends from his throne.) We take their places. A Trumpet is sounded, will descend, and fold him in our arms. and answered by another Trumpet within. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, Then enter Norfolk, in armour, preceded So be thy fortune in this royal fight. by e Herald.

Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder cham- Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. The cause of his arrival here in arms : (pion Boling. O, let no noble eye profane a tear Ask him his name ; and orderly proceed For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear : To swear him in the justice of his cause. As confident as is the falcon's flight Mar. In God's name and the king's, say Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. who thou art,

{arms; My loving lord, I take my leave of you ;And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in Of you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle ;Against what man thou com'st, and what thy Not sick, although I have to do with death, quarrel :

But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath. Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thine oath; Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet As so defend thee heaven and thy valour! The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet: Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke O thou, the earthly author of my blood, of Norfolk,

Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Who hither come engaged by my oath, Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up Which, God defend, a knight should'violate!) To reach at victory above my head, Both to defend my loyalty and truth Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers; To God, my king, and his succeeding issue, And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, Against the duke of Hereford that appeals me; That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat, And, by the grace of God and this mine arm, And furbish new the name of John of Gaunt, To prove him, in defending of myself, Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son. A traitor to my God, my king, and me :

Gaunt. God in thy good cause make thee And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven !

prosperous ! [He takes his seat. Be swift like lightning in the execution ; Trumpet sounds. Enter Bolingbroke, in arm- And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, our, preceded by a Herald.

Fall like amazing thunder on the casque K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in Of thy adverse pernicious enemy : arms,

Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and Both who be is, and why he cometh hither

live. Thus plated in habiliments of war;

Boling. Mine innocency, and Saint George And formally, according to our law,

to thrive!

[He takes his seat. Depose him in the justice of his cause.

Nor. (Rising:) However God, or fortune, Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore cast my lot, com'st thou hither,

There lives or dies, true to King Richard's Before King Richard in his royal lists ? A loyal, just, and upright gentleman. (throne,

blood;

Never did captive with a freer heart

And make us wade even in our kindred's Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement, Therefore, we banish you our territories :More than my dancing soul doth celebrate You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of lise, This feast of battle with mine adversary.- Till twice five summers have enrich'd our Most mighty liege, and my companion peers. Shall not regreet our fair dominions, (fields, Take from my mouth the wish of happy years: But tread the stranger paths of banishment. As gentle and as jocund, as to jest,

Boling. Your will be done: this must my Go I to fight. Truth hath a quiet breast.

comfort be,

(me; K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy That sun that warms you here shall shine on Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.- And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Order the trial, marshal, and begin.

Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. [The King and the Lords return K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier to their seats.

doom, Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and which I with some unwillingness pronounce : Derby,

The sly slow hours shall not determinate
Receive thy lance ; and God defend the right! The dateless limit of thy dear exile ;-
Boling. (Rising.) Strong as a tower in hope, The hopeless word of--never to return
I cry, Amen.

Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.
Mar. [To an Officer.] Go bear this lance to Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign
Thomas, duke of Norfolk.

liege,

(mouth : i Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and And all unlook'd for from your highness Derby,

A dearer merit, not so deep a maim Stands here for God, his sovereign, and him- As to be cast forth in the common air, On pain to be found false and recreant, (self, Have I deserved at your highness' hands. To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mow- The language I have learn d these forty years, bray,

My native English, now I must forego, A traitor to his God, his king, and him ; And now my tongue's use is to me no more, And dares him to set forward to the fight. Than an unstringéd viol, or a harp ; 2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, or like a cunning instrument cas' d up, duke of Norfolk,

Or, being open, put into his hands On pain to be found false and recreant, That knows no touch to tune the harmony. Both to defend himself, and to approve Within my mouth you have engaold my tongue, Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Doubly portcullis d with my teeth and lips; To God, bis sovereign, and to him disloyal ; And duli, unfeeling, barren ignorance Courageously, and with a free desire,

Is made my gaoler to attend on me. Attending but the signal to begin.

I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward. Too far in years to be a pupil now:

combatants. (A charge sounded. What is thy sentence, then, but speechless Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down. death,

(breath? Ki Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and Which robs my tongue from breathing native

K. Rich. It boots thee not to be compasAnd both return back to their chairs again :

sionate : Withdraw with us; and let the trumpets sound, After our sentence plaining comes too late. While we return these dukes what we decree.- Nor. Then, thus I turn me from my cout

(A long flourish. try's light, [To the Combatants.] Draw near,

To dwell in solemn shades of endless night. And list, what with our council we have done.

(Retiring For that our kingdom's earth should not be K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath soild

with thee. With that dear blood which it hath fosterèd ; Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands ; And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect Swear by the duty that you owe to God, Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' (Our part therein we banish with yourselves,) swords ;

To keep the oath that we administer :And for we think the eagle-winged pride You never shall (so help you truth and God !) Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, Embrace each other's love in banishment; With rival-hating envy, set you on (cradle Nor never look upon each other's face ; To wake our peace, which in our country's Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep:. This lowering tempest of your home-bred hate; Which so rous'd up with boist'rous untun'd Nor never by advised purpose meet drums,

[bray. To plot, contrive, or complot any ill With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land. And grating shock of wrathsul iron arms, Boling. I swear. Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace, Nor. And I, to keep all this.

their spears,

Boling. Norfolk, so far, as to mine enemy;- Six years we banish him, and he shall go. By this time, had the king permitted us, (Flourish. Exeunt King Richard and train. One of our souls had wander'd in the air, Aum. Cousin, farewell: what presence must Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh,

not know,
As now our flesh is banish'd from this land : From where you do remain, let paper show.
Confess thy treasons, ere thou fly the realm ; Mar. My lord, no leave take I ; for I will
Since thou hast far to go, bear not along As far as land will let me, by your side. [ride,
The clogging burden of a guilty soul. [traitor, Gaunt. O! to what purpose dost thou hoard

Nor. No, Bolingbroke: if ever I were thy words,
My name be blotted from the book of life, That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends?
And I from heaven banish'd, as from hence ! Boling. I have too few to take my leave of
But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know ; you,
And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue. - When the tongue's office should be prodigal
Farewell, my liege.-

Now no way can I stray: To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart. Save back to England, all the world's my way. Gaunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a Exit. time.

[time. K. Rich. Uncle, even in the glasses of thine Boling. Joy absent, grief is present for that I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspéct [eyes Gaunt. What is six winters ? they are Hath from the number of his banish'd years quickly gone.

[hour ten. Pluck'd four away.-(To Boling.] Six frozen Boling. To men in joy; but grief makes one winters spent,

Gaunt. Call it a travel, that thou tak'st for Return with welcome home from banishment. pleasure. Boling. How long a time lies in one little Boling. My heart will sigh when I miscall it word!

Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage. (so, Four lagging winters, and four wanton springs, Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy weary steps End in a word : such is the breath of kings. Esteem a foil, wherein thou art to set

Gaunt. I thank my liege, that in regard of The precious jewel of thy home-return. (make
He shortens four years of my son's exile : [me Boling. Nay, rather, every tedious stride 1
But little vantage shall I reap thereby ; Will but remember me, what a deal of world
For, ere the six years that he hath to spend, I wander from the jewels that I love.
Can change their moons and bring their times Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
about,

To foreign passages; and in the end,
My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else
Shall be extinct with age and endless night; But that I was a journeyman to grief? (visits,
My inch of taper will be burnt and done, Gaunt. All places that the eye of heaven
And blindfold death not let me see my son. Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
K. Rich. Why, uncle, thou hast many years Teach thy necessity to reason thus ;
to live.

(canst give : There is no virtue like necessity. Gaunt. But not a minute, king, that thou Think not the king did banish thee, Shorten ny days thou canst with sullen sorrow, But thou the king : woe doth the heavier sit, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. morrow;

Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour, Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, And not, the king exil'd thee; or suppose, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage ; Devouring pestilence hangs in our air, Thy word is current with him for my death, And thou art flying to a fresher clime. But, dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath. Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it K. Rich. Thy son is banish d upon good To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou advice,

Suppose the singing birds musicians; (com'st : Whereto thy tongue a party verdict gave : The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence Why at our justice seem'st thou, then, to lower? strew'd ; Gaunt. Things sweet to taste prove in The flowers, fair ladies ; and thy steps no more digestion sour.

Than a delightful measure, or a dance ; You urg'd me as a judge ; but I had rather For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite You would have bid me argue like a father. The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. O, had it been a stranger, not my child, Boling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, To smooth his fault I should have been more By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? A partial slander sought I to avoid, (mild : Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, Ani in the sentence my own life destroy'd. By bare imagination of a feast? Alas, I look'd when some of you should say, Or wallow naked in December snow, I was ivo strict, to make mine own away ; By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? Put you gave leave to my unwilling tongue, O, no! the apprehension of the good, Against my will, to do myself this wrong.

Gives but the greater feeling to the worse : K. Rich. Cousin, farewell ; and, uncle, bid Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more,

Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore.

him so :

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way?

Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee And liberal largess, – are grown somewhat on thy way :

light, Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay. We are enforc'd to farm our royal realm ; Boling. Then, England's ground, farewell ; The revenue whereof shall furnish us sweet soil, adieu ;

For our affairs in hand. If that come short, My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Our substitutes at home shall have blank Where'er I wander, boast of this I can,

charters ;

{are rich, Though banish'd, yet a true-born Englishman. Whereto, when they shall know what men

(Exeunt. They shall subscribe them for large sums of SCENE IV.-The Court.

gold,

And send them after to supply our wants ; Enter King Richard, Bagot, and Green ; For we will make for Ireland presently. Aumerle following.

Enter Bushy. K. Rich. Wedid observe. -Cousin Aumerle, Bushy, what news?

(my lord, How far brought you high Hereford on his

Bushy, Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick,

[him so, Suddenly taken ; and hath sent post-haste, Aum. Í brought high Hereford, if you call To entreat your majesty to visit him. But to the next highway, and there I left him. K. Rich. Where lies he? K. Rich. And say, what store of parting Bushy. At Ely-house.

[mind, tears were shed ?

[east wind, K. Rich. Now, put it, God, in his physician's Aum. 'Faith, none for me; except the north- To help him to his grave immediately! Which then blew bitterly against our faces, The lining of his coffers shall make coats Awak'd the sleeping rheum, and so by chance To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.Did grace our hollow parting with a tear. Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit him : Ki Rich. What said our cousin when you Pray God, we may make haste, and come too parted with him?

late.

[Exeunt. Aum. Farewell : and for my heart disdained that my tongue

[craft Should so profane the word, that taught me

ACT II. To counterfeit oppression of such grief, (grave. SCENE I.-London. An Apartment in That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's

Ely-house. Marry, would the word “farewell" have lengthen'd hours,

Gaunt on a couch; the Duke of York, and And added years to his short banishment,

others, standing by him. He should have had a volume of farewells ; Gaunt. Will the king come, that I may But, since it would not, he had none of me.

breathe my last K. Rich. He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis In wholesome counsel to his unstaid youth? doubt,

(ment, York. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with When time shall call him home from banish- your breath; Whether our kinsman come to see his friends. For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. Ourself, and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green, Gaunt. O, but they say, the tongues of dyObserv'd his courtship to the common people; ing men How he did seem to dive into their hearts Enforce attention like deep harmony: With humble and familiar courtesy ;

Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent What reverence he did throw away on slaves ; in vain;

[in pain. Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles. For they breathe truth that breathe their words And patient underbearing of his fortune, He that no more must say, is listen's more, As 'twere to banish their affects with him. Than they whom youth and ease have taught Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench;

to glose :

[before: A brace of draymen bid God speed him well, More are men's ends mark'd, than their lives And had the tribute of his supple knee,

The setting sun, and music at the close, With—Thanks, my countrymen, my loving As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, friends ;"

Writ in remembrance more than things long As were our England in reversion his,

past :

(hear, And he our subjects' next degree in hope. Though Richard my life's counsel would not Green. Well, he is gone; and with him go My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear. these thoughts.

[land. - York. No; it is stopp'd with other flattering Now for the rebels which stand out in Ire- sounds, Expedient manage must be made, my liege, As praises of his state: then, there are found Ere farther leisure yield them farther means, Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound For their advantage, and your highness' loss. The open ear of youth doth always listen ; K. Rich. We will ourself in person to this Report of fashions in proud Italy. war;

Whose manners still our tardy apish nation And, for our coffers,-—with too great a court, Limps after, in base imitation.

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