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And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
The accuser, and the accused, freely speak:-

[Exeunt some Attendants.
High stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,
In

rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
Re-enter Attendants, with BOLINGBROKE and

NORFOLK.
Boling. May many years of happy days befal
My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!

Nor. 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 one but flat-

ters us,
As well appeareth by the cause you come;
Namely, to 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,
Tendering the precious safety of my prince,
And free from other misbegotten 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 heaven.
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 traitor's name stuff I thy throat;
And wish, (so please my sovereign,) ere I move
What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword

may prove. Nor. Let not

my
cold words here accuse my

zeal:
not the trial of a woman's war,

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The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain :
The blood is hot, that must be coold for this,
Yet can I not of such tame patience boast,
As to be hush’d, and nought at all to say:
First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me
From giving reins and spurs to my free speech :
Which else would post, 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 liege,
I do defy him, and I spit at him;
Call him -a slanderous coward, and a villain :
Which to maintain, I would allow him odds,
And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
Or any other ground inhabitable,
Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.
Mean time, let this defend my loyalty, -
By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw

my gage,
Disclaiming here the kindred of a king;
And lay aside my high blood's royalty,
Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except:
If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength,
As to take

up
mine honour's pawn,

then stoop; By, that, and all the rights of knighthood else, Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, What I have spoke, or thou can’st worse devise:

Nor. 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 trial: And, when I mount, alive may I not light, If I be traitor, or unjustly fight!

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K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay 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 speak my life shall prove

it true;
That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles,
In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers;
The which he hath detain'd for vile employments,
Like a false traitor, and injurious villain.
Besides I say, and will in battle prove,
Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest 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 Gloster's death ;
Suggest his soon-believing adversaries ;
And, consequently, like a traitor coward,
Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of

blood :
Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,
Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,
To me, 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 soars !Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this ?

Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face,
And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
Till I have told this slander of his blood,
How God, and good men hate so foul a liar.

K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and
Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir,
(As he is but my father's brother's son,)
Now by my scepter's awe I make a vow,

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KING RICHARD II.

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KING RICHARD JI.

[Act 1. K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's

charge?
must be great, that can inherit us
o much as of a thought of ill in him.
Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove

it true;
Chat Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles,
n name of lendings for your highness' soldiers;
The which he hath detain'd for vile employments,
Like a false traitor, and injurious villain.
Besides I say, and will in battle prove, -
Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge
That ever was survey'd by English eye, -
That all the treasons, for these eighteen years

Complotted and contrived in this land,

Further I say, -and further will maintain
L'pon his bad life, to make all this good, -
That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death;
Suggest his soon-believing adversaries;
And, consequently, like a traitor coward,
Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of

blood :
Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,
Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,
To me, for justice, and rough chastisement;
And, by the glorious worth of

my descent, This arm shall do it

, or this life be spent.

Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood
Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize
The unstooping firmness of my upright soul;
He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou;
Freespeech, and fearless, I to thee allow.

Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,
Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest!
Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais,
Disburs’d I duly to his highness' soldiers :
The other part reserv'd I by consent ;
For that my sovereign liege was in my debt,
Upon remainder of a dear account,
Since last I went to France to fetch his queen:
Now swallow down that lie. For Gloster's death,
I slew him not; but to my own disgrace,
For

you, my noble lord of Lancaster, Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring. Neglected my sworn duty in that case.“

The honourable father to my foe,
Once did I lay in ambush for your life,
A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul,
But, ere I last receiv'd the sacrament,
I did confess it; and exactly begg'd
Your grace's pardon, and, i lope, I had it.
This

my fault: As for the rest appeal’d,
It issues from the rancour of a villain,
A recreant and most degenerate traitor :
Which in myself I boldly will defend ;
And interchangeably hurl down my gage
Tor

o prove myself a loyal gentleman

Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom:
K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution soars! Upon this overweening traitor's foot,

In haste whereof, most heartily I pray
Your highness to assign our trial day.

K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruld by me;
Let's

purge this choler without letting blood :
This we prescribe, though no physician;
Deep malice makes too deep incision:
Forget

, forgive; conclude, and be agreed;
Our doctors say, this is no time to bleed.

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Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?

Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face,
And bid his ears a little while be deat,
Till I have told this slander of his blood,
How God, and good men hate so foul a liar.

K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes,
Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir

, n is but my father's brother's song)

inter's awe I make a vow,

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Good uncle, let this end where it begun;
We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son.
Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my

'age:
Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's gage.

K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his.
Gaunt.

When, Harry ? when ?
Obedience bids, I should not bid again.
K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; there is

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Nor. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy

foot:
My life thou shalt command, but not my shame :
The one my duty owes; but my fair name,
(Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,)
To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have.
I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here;
Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear ;
The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood
Which breath'd this poison.
K. Rich.

Rage must be withstood;
Give me his gage:- Lions make leopards tame.
Nor. Yea, but not change their spots : take but

my shame,
And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford,
Is - spotless reputation; that away,

,
Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times-barr’d-up chest
Is — a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Mine honour is my life ; both grow in one ;
Take honour from me, and my life is done:
Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try:
In that I live, and for that will I die.
K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage ; do

you begin.
Boling: 0, God defend my soul from such foul

sin !

• No advantage in delay.

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