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KING RICHARD THE SECOND.
uncles to the EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of York,
King. HENRY, surnamed BOI.INGBROKE, Duke of Hereford,
son to John of Gaunt; afterwards King Henry IV.
Queen to King Richard,
Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Gardeners, Keeper,
Messengers, Groom, and other Attendants.
SCENE,-Dispersedly in ENGLAND and WALES.
SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter KING RICHARD, attended; John OF GAUNT,
and other Nobles with him.
Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mow
Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that
argument, On some apparent danger seen in him, Aim'd at your highness, -no inveterate malice. K. Rich. Then call them to our presence ;
face to face, 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 befall 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
flatters 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,
zeal : 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain : The blood is hot that must be cool'd 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 the 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 rites of knighthood else, Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, What I have spoke, or thou canst 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 ! K. Rich. That doth our cousin lay to Mow
bray's charge? It must be great, that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him.
Boling. Look, what I said my life shall prove That Mowbray hath received eight thousand
nobles In name of lendings, for your highness' soldiers; The which he hath detain'd for lewd employ
ments, 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'd 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, Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of