Sal. May this be possible? may this be true? Mel. Have I not hideous death within my view, Retaining but a quantity of life, 28 32 Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax 24 37 48 Sal. We do believe thee: and beshrew my soul But I do love the favour and the form Of this most fair occasion, by the which We will untread the steps of damned flight, 52 And like a bated and retired flood, Leaving our rankness and irregular course, Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd, And calmly run on in obedience, 56 Even to our ocean, to our great King John. SCENE V.-The Same. The French Camp. Enter LEWIS and his Train. Lew. The sun of heaven methought was loath to set, But stay'd and made the western welkin blush, Mess. Where is my prince, the Dauphin? By his persuasion, are again fall'n off; I did not think to be so sad to-night As this hath made me. Who was he that said 16 20 The day shall not be up so soon as I, My liege! my lord! But now a king, now thus. P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so stop. What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, 73 112 Bast. O! 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, 116 And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. [Exeunt.] DUKE OF AUMERLE, Son to the Duke of York. Captain of a Band of Welshmen. SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace. Enter KING RICHARD, attended; JOHN OF GAUNT, and other Nobles. 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, 4 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, 8 If he appeal the duke on ancient malice, 12 On some apparent danger seen in him And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear 17 The accuser and the accused freely speak: Boling. Many years of happy days befall 20 My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! Mow. Each day still better other's happiness; Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Add an immortal title to your crown! 24 K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but flatters us, And mark my greeting well; for what I speak 36 It must be great that can inherit us My body shall make good upon this earth, So much as of a thought of ill in him. Boling. Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true; 40 That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles 88 In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers, The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments, 92 Like a false traitor and injurious villain. Further I say and further will maintain ΙΟΙ 64 Thomas of Norfolk, what sayst thou to this? Mow. O! let my sovereign turn away his face Call him a slanderous coward and a villain: 68 Disclaiming here the kindred of the king; And lay aside my high blood's royalty, Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except: 72 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 knighthood else, Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, 76 What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. Mow. 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, And when I mount, alive may I not light, If I be traitor or unjustly fight! 80 For that my sovereign liege was in my debt K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mow-Upon remainder of a dear account, bray's charge? 84 Since last I went to France to fetch his queen. |