Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais,
Difburs'd I to his Highnefs' foldiers;
The other part referv'd I by confent,

For that my Sovereign Liege was in my debt,.
Upon remainder of a dear account,

Since laft I went to France to fetch his Queen.
Now, swallow down that lie.-For Gloucester's death,
I flew him not; but, to mine own disgrace,
Neglected my fworn duty in that cafe.

For you, my Noble Lord of Lancaster,
The honourable father to my foe,
Once did I lay an ambush for your life,-
A trespass that doth vex my grieved foul;
But ere I laft receiv'd the facrament,
I did confefs it, and exactly begg'd
Your Grace's pardon; and I hope I had it.
This is my fault; as for the reft appeal'd,
It iffues from the rancour of a villain,
A recreant and moft degen'rate traitor:-
Which in myself I boldly will defend.
And interchangeably hurl down my gage
Upon this overweening traitor's foot,
To prove myself a loyal gentleman,

Even in the beft blood chamber'd in his bofom.
In hafte whereof, moft heartily I pray....

Your Highness to affign our trial-davi

K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be rul'd by me;
Let's purge this choler without letting bleed t.
Good uncle, let this end where it begun;

We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your in.
Gaunt. To be a make-peace fhall become my age;.
Throw down, my fon, 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 no boot. A 3.

Mowb.

Mowb. Myfelf I throw, dread Sovereign, at thy foot. My life thou shalt command, but not my fhame; The one my duty owes; but my fair name, (Defpight of death, that lives upon my grave,) To dark difhonour's ufe thou shalt not have. I am difgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here, Pierc'd to the foul with flander's venom'd fpear: The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood Which breath'd this poison.

K. Rich. Rage must be withflood:

Give me his gage: lions make leopards tame.

Mowb. Yea, but not change their fpots: take but my

fhame,

And I refign my gage. My dear, dear Lord,
The pureft treasure mortal times afford,

Is fpotlefs reputation; that away,

.

Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up cheft,
Is a bold fpirit in a loyal breast.

in one;

Mine honour is my life, both grow
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. Coufin, throw down your gage; do you begin. Boling. Chy Heaven defend my foul from such foul fin! Shall I fee creft fall 'n in my father's fight,

Or with pale beggar face impeach my height,
Before this out-far'd daftard? Ere my tongue
Stall wound my honour with fuch feeble wrong,
Or found fo bafe a parle, my teeth shall tear
The flavish motive of recanting fear,
And fpit it bleeding, in his high difgrace,

Where fhame doth harbour, ev'n in Mowbray's face.

[Exit Gaunt. K. Rich. We were not born to fue, but to command; Which fince we cannot do to make you friends, Be ready, as your lives fhall anfwer it, At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day. There fhall your fwords and lances arbitrate The fwelling diff'rence of your fettled hate:

↑ Motive for instrument.

Since

Since we cannot atone you, you shall fee
Juftice decide the victor's chivalry.
Lord Marfhal, bid our officers at arms
Be ready to direct thefe home alarms.

SCENE III.

Changes to the Duke of Lancaster's palace.

Enter Gaunt, and Dutchess of Gloucefter.

[Exeunt.

Gaunt. Alas! the part I had in Glo'ster's blood †
Doth more folicit me than your exclaims,
To ftir against the butchers of his life.
But fince correction lieth in thofe hands,
Which made the fault that we cannot correct,
Put we our quarrel to the will of Heav'n;
Who when it fees the hours ripe on earth,
Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.

Dutch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper fpur?
Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?
Edward's fev'n fons, whereof thyself art one,
Were as fev'n vials of his facred blood,

Or fev'n fair branches fpringing from one root:
Some of thofe fev'n are dry'd by Nature's course;
Some of thofe branches by the deft'nies cut:
But Thomas, my dear Lord, my life, my Glo'fter,
(One vial full of Edward's facred blood,
One flourishing branch of his moft Royal root,)
Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor fpilt;
Is hack'd down, and his summer-leaves all faded,
By Envy's hand, and Murder's bloody axe!

Ah, Gaunt! his blood was thine: that bed, that womb,
That metal, that felf-mould that fashion'd thee,

Made him a man; and though thou liv'st and breath'st,
Yet art thou flain in him; thou doft confent
In fome large measure to thy father's death;
In that thou-feeft thy wretched brother die,
Who was the model of thy father's life.
Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair,

↑ Meaning the relation he had to it.

In

In fif'ring thus thy brother to be flaughter'd,.
Thou fhew'ft the naked path-way to thy life,
Teaching ftern Murther how to butcher thee.
That which in mean men we intitle patience,
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

What fhall I fay? to fafeguard thine own life,
The best way is to 'venge my Glo'fter's death.

Gaunt. God's is the quarrel; for God's substitutė,›
His deputy anointed in his fight,

Hath caus'd his death: the which if wrongfully,
Let God revenge::
:: for I may never lift

An angry arm against his minister.

Dutch. Where then, alas, may I complain myself? Gaunt. To Heav'n, the widow's champion and de-fence.

Dutch. Why then, I will: farewell, old Gaunt, farewell. Thou go'ft to Coventry, there to behold. Our coufin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight. O, fit

my husband's wrongs on Hereford's fpear,
That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast!
Or, if misfortune mifs the first career,

Be Mowbray's fins fo heavy in his bofom,
That they may break his foaming courfer's back,
And throw the rider headlong in the lifts,
A caitiff recreant to my coufin Hereford!
Farewell, old Gaunt; thy fometime + brother's wife
With her companion grief must end her life.

Gaunt. Sifter, farewell; I muft to Coventry.

As much good stay with thee, as go with me!

[falls,

Dutch. Yet one word more; grief boundeth where it Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: I take my leave before I have begun; For forrow ends not when it feemeth done. Commend me to my brother, Edmund York: Lo, this is all-nay, yet depart not fo; Though this be all, do not fo quickly go: I fhall remember more. Bid himWith all good speed at Plafhie visit me. Alack, and what shall good old York see there, But empty lodgings, and unfurnish'd walls,

ti. e. Formerly.

oh, what?

Unpeopled

Unpeopled offices, untrodden ftones?

And what hear there for welcome, but my groans?
Therefore commend me,-let him not come there
To feek out forrow that dwells every where;
All defolate will I from hence, and die;
The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.

SCENE IV. The lifts at Coventry.

[Exeunt.

Enter the Lord Marshal, and the Duke of Aumerle. Mar. My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd? Aum. Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in. Mar. The Duke of Norfolk, fprightfully and bold, Stays but the fummons of th' appellant's trumpet.

Aum. Why then, the champions are prepar'd, and stay For nothing but his Majefty's approach. [Flourish.

The trumpets found, and the King enters with his Nobles: when they are fet, enter the Duke of Norfolk in arms, defendant.

K. Rich. Marfhal, demand of yonder champion The caufe of his arrival here in arms;

Afk him his name, and orderly proceed

To fwear him in the justice of his cause.

Mar. In God's name and the King's, fay who thou

art?

[To Mowb. And why thou com'ft thus knightly clad in arms? Against what man thou com'ft, and what thy quarrel? Speak truly on thy knighthood, and thine oath, And fo defend thee Heav'n, and thy valour!

Mowb. My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, Who hither come, engaged by my oath,

(Which Heav'n defend a knight should violate!)
Both to defend my loyalty and truth,

To God, my King, and my fucceeding iffue,
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 Heav'n!

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