Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already; For many carriages he hath dispatch'd

To the seaside, and put his cause and quarrel To the disposing of the Cardinal:

With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, If you think meet, this afternoon will post To cónsummate rhis business happily.

Bast. Let it be so: And you, my noble

Prince,

may best be spar'd,

With other I'rinces that
Shall wait upon your father's funeral.

P. Hen. At Worcester

For so he will'd it.

must his body be interr'd;

Bast. Thither shall it then.

And happily may your sweet self put on
The lineal state and glory of the land!
To whom, with all submission, on my knee,
I do bequeath my faithful services
And true subjection everlastingly.

Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, To rest without a spot for evermore.

P Hen. I have a kind soul, that would give you thanks,

And knows not how to do it, but with tears.
Bast. 0, let us pay the time but needful woe,
Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.
This England never did, (nor never shall,)
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror,
But when it first did help to wound itself.
Now these her Princes are come home again,
Come the three corners of the world in arms,
And we shall shock them: Nought shall make

us rue,

If England to itself do rest but true.

[Exeunt.

KING RICHARD II.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

King Richard the Second.

Edmund of Langley, Duke of York; uncles to the John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster;} King. Henry, surnamed Bolingbroke, Duke of Hereford, son to John of Gaunt; afterwards King Henry IV.

Duke of Aumerle, son to the Duke of York. Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.

Duke of Surrey.

Earl of Salisbury.

Earl Berkley.

Bushy

Bagot,

Green,

creatures to King Richard.

Earl of Northumberland:

Henry Percy, his son.

Lord Ross. Lord Willoughby. Lord Fitzwater.
Bishop of Carlisle. Abbot of Westminster.
Lord Marshal; and another lord.

Sir Pierce of Exton. Sir Stephen Scroop.
Captain of a band of Welchmen.

Queen to King Richard.
Duchess of Gloster.

Duchess of York.

Lady attending on the Queen.'

Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gardeners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants.

SCENE, dispersedly in England and Wales.

THE LIFE AND DEATH OF

KING RICHARD II

ACT I.

SCENE I.

London. A Room in the Palace.

Enter King RICHARD, attended; JOHN of GAUNT, and other nobles, with him.

K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster,

Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son; Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? Gaunt. I have, my Liege.`

K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded him,

If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice;

Or worthily, as a good subject should,
On some known ground. of treachery in him?
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 NO FOLK.

Boling. Many years of happy days befal 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 yon 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!)

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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,
The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly,
Once more, the more to aggravate the note,