THE WORKS O F SHAKESPEAR. VOLUME THE FOURTH. KING CONTAINING, RICHARD II. KING HENRY IV. Part I. KING HENRY IV. Part II. KING HENRY V. KING HENRY VI. Part I. EDINBURGH: Printed by ALEXANDER DONALDSON. M. DCC. LXXI. KING RICHARD II. KING RICHARD II. Duke of York, John of Gaunt, uncles to DRAMATIS PERSONE. Rofs, ? Friends to Bishop of Carlisle, friends Richard. Sir Stephan Eto King Lords Duke of Lan- the King. cafer, Bolingbroke, fon to John of Aumerle, fon to the Duke of Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk. Servants to King Lord Berkley. Bushy, Bagot, Richard. Green, Surry, Sir Pierce of Exton, in the parlia Queen to King Richard. Heralds, two Gardeners, SCENE, difperfedly, in feveral parts of England. ACTI. . SCENE I. The Court. Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other Nobles Haft thou, according to thy oath and Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold fon, Gaunt I have, my Liege. K. Rich. Tell me moreover, haft thou founded him, If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice, * Or worthily, as a good fubject should, On fome known ground of treachery in him. Gaunt. As near as I could fift him on that argument, On fome apparent danger feen in him Aim'd at your Highnefs; no invet'rate malice. K. Ricb. Then call them to my prefence; face to face, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear Th' accufer and th' accufed freely speak: High-ftomach'd are they both, and full of ire; In rage, deaf as the fea; hafty as fire. Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray. Boling. May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereign, my moft loving Liege! Mob. Each day ftill 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 us, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Namely, t'appeal each other of high treafon. Coufin of Hereford, what doft thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? Boling. First, (Heav'n be the record to my speech !) In the devotion of a fubject's love, Tend'ring the precious fafety of my prince, + i. e. call, demand, challenge, from appello. Mr. Pope. a mifcreant; Too good to be so, and too bad to live; The uglier feem the cloulds that in it fly. Morub басе 5 Mowb. Let not my cold words here accufe my zeal; 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this. And let him be no kinsman to my Liege, Call him a fland'rous coward, and a villain; [gage, Mowb. I take it up, and by that sword I fwear, Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder, I'll answer thee in any fair degree, Or chivalrous defign of knightly trial; If I be traitor, or unjustly fight! Once more, the more to aggravate the note, What my torgue fpeaks, my right-drawn fword may prove. Morob. Let not, &c. K. Rich. |