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DERBY: John Duke of Norfolk, Walter Lord Ferrers, Sir Robert Brakenbury, and Sir William Brandon. |
RICHMOND: Inter their bodies as becomes their births: Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled That in submission will return to us: And then, as we have ta'en the sacrament, We will unite the white rose and the red: Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, That long have frown'd upon their enmity! What traitor hears me,... |
KING RICHARD II: 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? |
JOHN OF GAUNT: I have, my liege. |
KING RICHARD II: 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? |
JOHN OF 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. |
KING RICHARD II: Then call them to our presence; face to face, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear The accuser and the accused freely speak: High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Many years of happy days befal My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: Each day still better other's happiness; Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Add an immortal title to your crown! |
KING RICHARD II: 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? |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: 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 shal... |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: Let not my cold words here accuse my 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, th... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: 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 have left thee so much strength As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop: By that and all the rites of kn... |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: 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! |
KING RICHARD II: What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge? It must be great that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true; That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers, The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments, Like a false traitor and injurious villain. Besides I say and will in battle prove, Or here or elsewhere ... |
KING RICHARD II: How high a pitch his resolution soars! Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this? |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: O, let my sovereign turn away his face And bid his ears a little while be deaf, Till I have told this slander of his blood, How God and good men hate so foul a liar. |
KING RICHARD II: Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears: Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, As he is but my father's brother's son, Now, by my sceptre's awe, I make a vow, Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize The unstooping firmness of my upright soul: He i... |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest. Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers; The other part reserved I by consent, For that my sovereign liege was in my debt Upon remainder of a dear account, Sinc... |
KING RICHARD II: Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me; Let's purge this choler without letting blood: This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed. Good uncle, let this end where it begun; We'll calm th... |
JOHN OF GAUNT: To be a make-peace shall become my age: Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage. |
KING RICHARD II: And, Norfolk, throw down his. |
JOHN OF GAUNT: When, Harry, when? Obedience bids I should not bid again. |
KING RICHARD II: Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot. |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot. My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: The one my duty owes; but my fair name, Despite of death that lives upon my grave, To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venom... |
KING RICHARD II: Rage must be withstood: Give me his gage: lions make leopards tame. |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: Yea, but not change his spots: take but my shame. And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation: that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast. Mine honour is my life... |
KING RICHARD II: Cousin, throw up your gage; do you begin. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: O, God defend my soul from such deep sin! Shall I seem crest-fall'n in my father's sight? Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height Before this out-dared dastard? Ere my tongue Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong, Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting... |
KING RICHARD II: We were not born to sue, but to command; Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Be ready, as your lives shall answer it, At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day: There shall your swords and lances arbitrate The swelling difference of your settled hate: Since we can not atone you, we shall see Just... |
JOHN OF GAUNT: Alas, the part I had in Woodstock's blood Doth more solicit me than your exclaims, To stir against the butchers of his life! But since correction lieth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven; Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth, Will ra... |
DUCHESS: Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire? Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, Were as seven vials of his sacred blood, Or seven fair branches springing from one root: Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, Some of those branches by the Destinies ... |
JOHN OF GAUNT: God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute, His deputy anointed in His sight, Hath caused his death: the which if wrongfully, Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift An angry arm against His minister. |
DUCHESS: Where then, alas, may I complain myself? |
JOHN OF GAUNT: To God, the widow's champion and defence. |
DUCHESS: Why, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt. Thou goest to Coventry, there to behold Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight: O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast! Or, if misfortune miss the first career, Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, They may brea... |
JOHN OF GAUNT: Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry: As much good stay with thee as go with me! |
DUCHESS: Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls, Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: I take my leave before I have begun, For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York. Lo, this is all:--nay, yet depart not so; Though this be all, do not so quickly go; I shall remembe... |
Lord Marshal: My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd? |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in. |
Lord Marshal: The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach. |
KING RICHARD II: Marshal, demand of yonder champion The cause of his arrival here in arms: Ask him his name and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause. |
Lord Marshal: In God's name and the king's, say who thou art And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms, Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel: Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath; As so defend thee heaven and thy valour! |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk; Who hither come engaged by my oath-- Which God defend a knight should violate!-- Both to defend my loyalty and truth To God, my king and my succeeding issue, Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me And, by the grace of God and this mine arm, To prove him,... |
KING RICHARD II: Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, Both who he is and why he cometh hither Thus plated in habiliments of war, And formally, according to our law, Depose him in the justice of his cause. |
Lord Marshal: What is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither, Before King Richard in his royal lists? Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel? Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven! |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour, In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous, To God of heaven, King Richard and to me; And as I truly fight, defend me heaven! |
Lord Marshal: On pain of death, no person be so bold Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists, Except the marshal and such officers Appointed to direct these fair designs. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his majesty: For Mowbray and myself are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage; Then let us take a ceremonious leave And loving farewell of our several friends. |
Lord Marshal: The appellant in all duty greets your highness, And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave. |
KING RICHARD II: We will descend and fold him in our arms. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight! Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: O let no noble eye profane a tear For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear: As confident as is the falcon's flight Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. My loving lord, I take my leave of you; Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle; Not sick, although I have to do with death, But lusty, young, an... |
JOHN OF GAUNT: God in thy good cause make thee prosperous! Be swift like lightning in the execution; And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Fall like amazing thunder on the casque Of thy adverse pernicious enemy: Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive! |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: However God 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 His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement, More than my dancing soul doth celebrate This feast of bat... |
KING RICHARD II: Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Virtue with valour couched in thine eye. Order the trial, marshal, and begin. |
Lord Marshal: Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen. |
Lord Marshal: Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk. |
First Herald: Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, Stands here for God, his sovereign and himself, 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; And dares him to set forward to the fight. |
Second Herald: Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, On pain to be found false and recreant, Both to defend himself and to approve Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, To God, his sovereign and to him disloyal; Courageously and with a free desire Attending but the signal to begin. |
Lord Marshal: Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down. |
KING RICHARD II: Let them lay by their helmets and their spears, And both return back to their chairs again: Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets sound While we return these dukes what we decree. Draw near, And list what with our council we have done. For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd With that dear b... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Your will be done: this must my comfort be, 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. |
KING RICHARD II: Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Which I with some unwillingness pronounce: The sly slow hours shall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exile; The hopeless word of 'never to return' Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life. |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth: A dearer merit, not so deep a maim As to be cast forth in the common air, Have I deserved at your highness' hands. The language I have learn'd these forty years, My native English, now I must forego: And now my to... |
KING RICHARD II: It boots thee not to be compassionate: After our sentence plaining comes too late. |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: Then thus I turn me from my country's light, To dwell in solemn shades of endless night. |
KING RICHARD II: Return again, and take an oath with thee. Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands; Swear by the duty that you owe to God-- Our part therein we banish with yourselves-- To keep the oath that we administer: You never shall, so help you truth and God! Embrace each other's love in banishment; Nor never ... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: I swear. |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: And I, to keep all this. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy:-- By this time, had the king permitted us, One of our souls had wander'd in the air. Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh, As now our flesh is banish'd from this land: Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm; Since thou hast far to go, bear not along The cl... |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: No, Bolingbroke: if ever I were traitor, My name be blotted from the book of life, And I from heaven banish'd as from hence! But what thou art, God, thou, and I do know; And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue. Farewell, my liege. Now no way can I stray; Save back to England, all the world's my way... |
KING RICHARD II: Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspect Hath from the number of his banish'd years Pluck'd four away. Six frozen winter spent, Return with welcome home from banishment. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: How long a time lies in one little word! Four lagging winters and four wanton springs End in a word: such is the breath of kings. |
JOHN OF GAUNT: I thank my liege, that in regard of me He shortens four years of my son's exile: But little vantage shall I reap thereby; For, ere the six years that he hath to spend Can change their moons and bring their times about My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light Shall be extinct with age and endless night; ... |
KING RICHARD II: Why uncle, thou hast many years to live. |
JOHN OF GAUNT: But not a minute, king, that thou canst give: Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage; Thy word is current with him for my death, But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my b... |
KING RICHARD II: Thy son is banish'd upon good advice, Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave: Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour? |
JOHN OF GAUNT: Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour. You urged me as a judge; but I had rather You would have bid me argue like a father. O, had it been a stranger, not my child, To smooth his fault I should have been more mild: A partial slander sought I to avoid, And in the sentence my own life destroy'd. Al... |
KING RICHARD II: Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so: Six years we banish him, and he shall go. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Cousin, farewell: what presence must not know, From where you do remain let paper show. |
Lord Marshal: My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride, As far as land will let me, by your side. |
JOHN OF GAUNT: O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy words, That thou return'st no greeting to thy friends? |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: I have too few to take my leave of you, When the tongue's office should be prodigal To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart. |
JOHN OF GAUNT: Thy grief is but thy absence for a time. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Joy absent, grief is present for that time. |
JOHN OF GAUNT: What is six winters? they are quickly gone. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten. |
JOHN OF GAUNT: Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: My heart will sigh when I miscall it so, Which finds it an inforced pilgrimage. |
JOHN OF GAUNT: The sullen passage of thy weary steps Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set The precious jewel of thy home return. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Nay, rather, every tedious stride I make Will but remember me what a deal of world I wander from the jewels that I love. Must I not serve a long apprenticehood To foreign passages, and in the end, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else But that I was a journeyman to grief? |
JOHN OF GAUNT: All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity. Think not the king did banish thee, But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit, Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. Go, say I sent thee forth ... |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse: Fell sorr... |
JOHN OF GAUNT: Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Then, England's ground, farewell; sweet soil, adieu; My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Where'er I wander, boast of this I can, Though banish'd, yet a trueborn Englishman. |
KING RICHARD II: We did observe. Cousin Aumerle, How far brought you high Hereford on his way? |
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