Mar. In God's name and the king's, say who thou art, And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in arms : Against what man thou com'st, and what's thy quarrel: Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thine oath; As so defend thee heaven, and thy valour! Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk ; Who hither come engaged by my oath, 5 (Which heaven defend a knight should violate!) Both to defend my loyalty and truth 6 To God, my king, and his succeeding issue, Trumpet sounds. [He takes his seat. Enter BOLINGBROKE, in armour, preceded by a Herald. K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, And formally according to our law 8 Depose him in the justice of his cause. Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore com'st 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! 15 20 25. 30 Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, 35 Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous, To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, Appointed to direct these fair designs." Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his majesty: For Mowbray and myself are like two men Mar. The appellant 10 in all duty greets your highness, And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave. K. Rich. 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, 11 Boling. O, let no noble eye profane a tear My loving lord [to LORD MARSHAL], I take my leave of you Of you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle :— Not sick, although I have to do with death; 14 The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet; O thou, the earthly author of my blood,-[To Gaunt. Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, 15 40 45 50 55 60 65 70 Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up 16 And proof unto mine armour with thy prayers, Be swift like lightning in the execution; 18 Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live. Boling. Mine innocency, and saint George to thrive. 19 [He takes his seat. Nor. [Rising.] However heaven, or fortune, cast my lot, There lives, or dies, true to king Richard's throne, Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace 21 Go I to fight; Truth hath a quiet breast. K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely 22 I espy [The KING and the Lords return to their seats. Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, amen. Mar. Go bear this lance [to an Officer] to Thomas, I Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, And dares him to set forward to the fight. 2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, On pain to be found false and recreant, Attending 25 but the signal to begin. Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants. [A charge sounded. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder 26 down. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their spears, 27 And both return back to their chairs again : 29 Draw near, 30 [A long flourish. [To the combatants. And list, what with our council we have done. 100 105 ΠΙΟ 115 120 125 |