Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his majesty: For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men ness, And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave. arms. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, of you; Of you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle: Not sick, although I have to do with death; The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet: O thou, the earthly author of my blood,— [To GAUNT. Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee prosperous! Be swift like lightning in the execution; Of thy adverse pernicious enemy: Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live. thrive! Boling. Mine innocency, and Saint George to [He takes his seat. Nor. [Rising.] However heaven, or fortune, cast my lot, There lives or dies, true to king Richard's throne, A loyal, just, and upright gentleman: Never did captive with a freer heart Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace, 9 waxen coat,] The object of Bolingbroke's request is, that the temper of his lance's point might as much exceed the mail of his adversary, as the iron of that mail was harder than wax. HENLEY. 1 Fall like amazing thunder on the casque-] To amaze, in an cient language, signifies to stun, to confound. As gentle and as jocund, as to jest,2 [The King and the Lords return to their seats. Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! Boling. [Rising.] Strong as a tower in hope, I cry-amen. Mar. Go bear this lance [To an Officer.] to Thomas duke of Norfolk. 1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Der by, Stands here for God, his sovereign, and him self, On pain to be found false and recreant, To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, A traitor to his God, his king, and him, 2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, On pain to be found false and recreant, Attending but the signal to begin. Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, com batants. [A Charge sounded. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down. 2 As gentle and as jocund, as to jest,] To jest sometimes signifies in old language to play a part in a mask. 3 hath thrown his warder -] A warder appears to have been a kind of truncheon carried by the person who presided at these single combats. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their spears, And both return back to their chairs again:- [A long flourish. Draw near, [To the Combatants. And list, what with our council we have done. For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd With that dear blood which it hath fostered; And for our eyes do hate the dire aspéct Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' swords; [*And for we think the eagle-winged pride Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, With rival-hating envy, set you on To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace, But tread the stranger paths of banishment. Boling. Your will be done: This must my comfort be, That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. ✦ And for we think the eagle-winged pride, &c.] These five verses are omitted in the other editions, and restored from the first of 1598. POPE. K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Which I with some unwillingness pronounce: The fly-slow hours shall not determinate Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth: As to be cast forth in the common air, That knows no touch to tune the harmony. What is thy sentence then, but speechless death, Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath? K. Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionate; After our sentence plaining comes too late. Nor. Then thus I turn me from my country's light, To dwell in solemn shades of endless night. compassionate;] for plaintive. [Retiring. |