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DUKE OF AUMERLE:
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Some honest Christian trust me with a gage
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That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this,
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If he may be repeal'd, to try his honour.
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE:
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These differences shall all rest under gage
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Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be,
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And, though mine enemy, restored again
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To all his lands and signories: when he's return'd,
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Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
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BISHOP OF CARLISLE:
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That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.
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Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought
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For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field,
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Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross
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Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens:
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And toil'd with works of war, retired himself
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To Italy; and there at Venice gave
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His body to that pleasant country's earth,
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And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
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Under whose colours he had fought so long.
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE:
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Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?
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BISHOP OF CARLISLE:
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As surely as I live, my lord.
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE:
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Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom
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Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants,
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Your differences shall all rest under gage
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Till we assign you to your days of trial.
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DUKE OF YORK:
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Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
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From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing soul
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Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields
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To the possession of thy royal hand:
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Ascend his throne, descending now from him;
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And long live Henry, fourth of that name!
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE:
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In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.
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BISHOP OF CARLISLE:
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Marry. God forbid!
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Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
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Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
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Would God that any in this noble presence
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Were enough noble to be upright judge
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Of noble Richard! then true noblesse would
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Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
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What subject can give sentence on his king?
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And who sits here that is not Richard's subject?
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Thieves are not judged but they are by to hear,
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Although apparent guilt be seen in them;
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And shall the figure of God's majesty,
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His captain, steward, deputy-elect,
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Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
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Be judged by subject and inferior breath,
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And he himself not present? O, forfend it, God,
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That in a Christian climate souls refined
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Should show so heinous, black, obscene a deed!
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I speak to subjects, and a subject speaks,
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Stirr'd up by God, thus boldly for his king:
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My Lord of Hereford here, whom you call king,
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Is a foul traitor to proud Hereford's king:
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And if you crown him, let me prophesy:
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The blood of English shall manure the ground,
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And future ages groan for this foul act;
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Peace shall go sleep with Turks and infidels,
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And in this seat of peace tumultuous wars
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Shall kin with kin and kind with kind confound;
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Disorder, horror, fear and mutiny
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Shall here inhabit, and this land be call'd
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The field of Golgotha and dead men's skulls.
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O, if you raise this house against this house,
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It will the woefullest division prove
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That ever fell upon this cursed earth.
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Prevent it, resist it, let it not be so,
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Lest child, child's children, cry against you woe!
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NORTHUMBERLAND:
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Well have you argued, sir; and, for your pains,
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Of capital treason we arrest you here.
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My Lord of Westminster, be it your charge
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To keep him safely till his day of trial.
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May it please you, lords, to grant the commons' suit.
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE:
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Fetch hither Richard, that in common view
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He may surrender; so we shall proceed
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Without suspicion.
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DUKE OF YORK:
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I will be his conduct.
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