Which since we cannot do to make you friends, [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Duke of Lancas ter's Palace Enter GAUNT, and Duchess of Gloster. Gaunt. Alas! the part I had in Gloster's blood Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims, To stir against the butchers of his life. But since correction lieth in those hands, Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven; Who when he sees the hours ripe on earth, Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads. Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire? Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, Were as seven phials of his sacred blood, Or seven fair branches, springing from one root: Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, Some of those branches by the destinies cut: But Thomas, my dear Lord, my life, Gloster, my One phial full of Edward's sacred blood, By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe. That mettle, that self-mould, that fashion'd thee, Made him a man; and though thou liv'st, and breath'st, Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consent d Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair: His deputy anointed in his sight, Hath caus'd his death: the which if wrongfully, Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift An angry arm against his minister. Duch. Where then, alas! may I complain my self? Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion and defence. Duch. Why then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt. Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, With her companion grief must end her life. Gaunt. Sister, farewell: I must to Coventry: As much good stay with thee, as go with me! Duch. Yet one word more; Grief houndeth where it falls, Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: Alack, and what shall good old York there see, And what cheer there for welcome, but my groans? Therefore commend me; let him not come there, [Exeunt. SCENE III. Gosford-Green near Coventry. Lists set out, and a throne. Heralds etc. attending. Enter the Lord Marshall, and AUMERLE. Mar. My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd? Aum. Yea, at all points! and longs to en ter in. Nar. The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. Aum. Why then, the champion's are prepar'd, and stay For nothing but his Majesty's approach. Flourish of trumpets. Enter King RICHARD, who taker 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 cham¬ pion The cause of his arrival here in arms: 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 the knighthood, and thy oath; And so defend thee heaven, and thy valour! Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk; } Who hither come engaged by my oath, (Which, heaven defend, a knight should violate!) Both to defend my loyalty and truth, To God, my King, and my succeeding issue, A traitor to my God, my King and me: [He takes his seat. Trumpet sounds. Enter BOLINGBROKE, in armour; preceded by a Herald. K. Rich., Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, Both who he is, and why he cometh hither Thus plated in habiliments of war; And formally according to our law Depose him in the justice of his cause. Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore com'st thou hither, Before King Richard, in his royal lists? Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel? Speak like a true knight, so defend thee hea ven! Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, Derby, Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, and Το |