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KING RICHARD II.
E DIN BURGH:
Printed by ALEXANDER DONALDSON.
Church-yard, London; and at Edinburgh.
M. DCC. LXXI.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING RICHARD II.
friends to Duke of York,
Willoughby, 5 Bolingbroke, John of Gaunt, uncles to
Bishop of Carlisle, friends Duke of Lan-S the King Sir Stephan to King
Scroop, Richard. Bolingbroke, son to John of Fitzwater,
Lords Gaunt, afterwards King Surry, Henry 10.
Abbot of Westmin in the Aumerle, fon to the Duke of fter,
Sir Pierce of Exton,
Queen to King Richard.
Duchess of Gloucester. fervants to King
Duchess of York. Bagot,
Ladies attending on the Richard. Green,
Queen. Earl of Northum->friends berland,
Heralds, Youo Gardeners, Percy, son to Nor- (ling Keeper, Messenger, Groon,
thumberland, broke. and other Attendants. SCENE, dispersedly, in several parts of England.
The Court. Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other Nobles
and attendants.' K. Rich. LD John of Gaunt, time-honour'd
Gaunt. I have, my Liege.
K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou founded 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 fift him on that argument, On some apparent danger seen in him Aim'd at your Highness; no invet’rate malice.
K. Ricb. Then call them to my presence; face to face, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear Th’ accufer and th' accused freely speak: High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire; In rage, deaf as the fea; hasty as fire.
S CE N E II.
Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray. Boling. May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereigp, my most loving Liege !
Mowb. 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 usy As well appeareth by the cause you come; Namely, t'appeal each other of high treason. Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
Boling. First, (Heav'n be the record to my speech!). In the devotion of a subject's love, Tend'ring 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 foul answer it in heav'n. Thou art a traitor and a miscreant. +
Mowb. • i. e, call, demand, challenge, from appello, Mr. Pope. +
Mowb. 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, the fair rev’rence 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 himn; Call him a fland'rous coward, and a villain; Which to maintain, I would allow him odds, And meet him, were I ty'd to run a-foot Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, Or any other ground unhabitable, Where never Englishman durst set his foot. Meantime, let this defend my loyalty ; By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lye.
Boling. Pale trembling coward there I throw my Disclaiming here the kindred of a King, [gage, And lay aside my high blood's royalty; (Which fear, not rev'rence, makes thee to except): İf guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop. By that, and all the rights of knighthood elfe, Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, What I have spoken, or thou canst devise.
Mowb. I take it up, and by that sword I swear, Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder, I'll answer thee in
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