Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, For that my Sovereign Liege was in my debt,. Since laft I went to France to fetch his Queen. For you, my Noble Lord of Lancaster, Even in the beft blood chamber'd in his bofom. Your Highness to affign our trial-davi K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be rul'd by me; We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your in. 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, Is fpotlefs reputation; that away, . Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. in one; Mine honour is my life, both grow 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, 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 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 † Dutch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper fpur? Or fev'n fair branches fpringing from one root: Ah, Gaunt! his blood was thine: that bed, that womb, Made him a man; and though thou liv'st and breath'st, ↑ Meaning the relation he had to it. In In fif'ring thus thy brother to be flaughter'd,. What fhall I fay? to fafeguard thine own life, Gaunt. God's is the quarrel; for God's substitutė,› Hath caus'd his death: the which if wrongfully, 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, Be Mowbray's fins fo heavy in his bofom, 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? 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!) To God, my King, and my fucceeding iffue, The |