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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 him;
Call him a slanderous coward and a villain :
Which to maintain, I would allow him odds,
And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
Or any other
Where ever Englishman dare set his foot.
Meantime, let this defend my loyalty-
By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
Disclaiming here the kindred of a king;
And lay aside my high blood's royalty,
Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.
If 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 else,
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
What I have spoke, or thou canst worst devise.
Norf. 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,
Or chivalrous design of knightly trial :
And when I mount, alive inay I not light
If I be traitor or unjustly fight!
K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?
It must be great that can inherit us
So much as of a thought of ill in him.
Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove it true;That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles, In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers : The which he hath detained for lewd employments, Like a false traitor and injurious villain. Besides I say, and will in battle prove (Or here or elsewhere, to the furthest verge That ever was surveyed by English eye), That all the treasons for these eighteen years Complotted and contrived in this land, Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring. Further I say (and further will maintain Upon his bad life to make all this good), That he did plot the Duke of Gloster's death ; Suggest his soon-believing adversaries ; And consequently, like a traitor coward, Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood : Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,
To me for justice and rough chastisement : - And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.
K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution soars !
Thomas of Norfolk, what sayst thou to this ?
Norf. O let my sovereign turn away his face,
And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
Till I have told this slander of his blood
How God and good men hate so foul a liar.
K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears :
Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir
(As he is but my father's brother's son),
Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow,
Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood
Should nothing privilege him, nor partialise
The unstooping firmness of my upright soul.
He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou :
Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow.
Norf. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,
Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest !
Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais
Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers :
The other part reserved I by consent;
For that my sovereign liege was in my debt,
Upon remainder of a dear account
Since last I went to France to fetch his queen.
Now swallow down that lie.-For Gloster's death,
I slew him not ; but to my own disgrace,
Neglected my sworn duty in that case. -
For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,
The honourable father to my foe,
Once did I lay in ambush for your life ;
A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul :
But ere I last received the sacrament
I did confess it, and exactly begged
Your grace's pardon ; and I hope I had it.
This is my fault. As for the rest appealed,
It issues from the rancour of a villain,
A recreant and most degenerate traitor :
Which in myself I boldly will defend ;
And interchangeably hurl down my gage
Upon this overweening traitor's foot,
To prove myself a loyal gentleman
Even in the best blood chambered in his bosom.
In haste whereof, most heartily I pray
Your highness to assign our trial day.
K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled my me
Let's purge this choler without letting blood :
This we prescribe, though no physician :
Deep malice makes too deep incision.
Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed :
Our doctors say this is no time to bleed.
Good uncle, let this end where it begun:
We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk; you your son.
Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my age :
Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.
K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his.
When, Harry ; when?
Obedience bids I should not bid again.
K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down ; we bid : there is no boot.
Norf. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot:
My life thou shalt command, but not my shame :
The one my duty owes; but my fair name
(Despite of death, that lives upon my grave)
To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have.
I am disgraced, impeached, and baffled here;
Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed spear :
The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood
Which breathed this poison.
K. Rich. Rage must be withstood :
Give me his gage :-lions make leopards tame.
Norf. Yea, but not change their spots : take but my shame,
And I resign my gage. My dear, dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford,
Is spotless reputation : that away,
Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times-barred-up chest
Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Mine honour is my life ; both grow in one :
Take honour from me, and my life is done.
Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try :
In that I live, and for that I will die.
K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage : do you begin.
Boling. O God defend my soul from such foul sin !
Shall I seem crestfallen in my father's sight;
Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height
Before this outdared dastard ? Ere my tongue
Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong,
Or sound so basexa parle, my teeth shall tear
The slavish motive of recanting fear,
And spit it bleeding, in his high disgrace,
Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face.
R. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to command :
Which since we cannot do to make you friends,
Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,
At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day :
There shall your swords and lances arbitrate
The swelling difference of your settled hate.
Since we cannot atone you, you shall see
Justice design the victor's chivalry.-
Lord Marshal, command our officer at arms
Be ready to direct these home-alarms.
THE EMPEROR NICHOLAS'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY.
It will be remembered that, in the recent war between Austria and Hungary, the latter must inevitably have gained her cause, had not the former besought the aid of her potent ally--Russia. Together, these powers succeeded in their purpose of crushing Hungary, for it was impossible that she could sustain so unequal a conflict. The sequel ? In contributing to the subjugation of Hungary, Austria has gained a loss. For, unsupported by Russia, the palm of glorious victory might have been awarded to her opponent, and, in appealing to her mighty friend, she has declared his supremacy. Henceforth, Russia is the acknowledged elder brother of Austria.
I AM proud of ye, my children!
Ye have fought as men should fight-
Contending for their monarch,
Finding equity in might;
not of honour,
And thinking not of right!
It is generous and noble
To invade a peaceful land ;
To go in arméd myriads
Against one gallant band;
To waste whole towns and cities
With the sword and with the brand !
This have ye done, and nobly,
In obedience to me ;
And the land, erewhile so happy,
Is a land no longer free!
O my children! O my children!
I am very proud of ye!
My children of the Russias !
All honour to your name ;
Ye have battled in a cause of sin,
Ye have won eternal fame!
Think of the glory ye have won,
And think not of the shame!
Thank God! the Hun's resistance
No more, no more survives !
Alas! its power and sternness
Has widow'd many wives.
I mourn -yet no! We conquer !
What of a thousand lives?
My warriors ! in the far-off isles
This noble truth shall thrill:
“ The Bear once more has triumph'd,
Spreading misery and ill.
Oh! the Austrians are brare,
But the Russians-braver still !"
Yes! our allied friends are noble,
And I honour their bright name;
Brave hearts ! they scourge a ladye fair
In the avenue to fame !*
If they have right to glory,
What glory may ye claim ?
I have dream'd a dream, my children,
And I tell it unto ye :-
Methought I saw an angel form,
And a fairer might not be ;
But a cloud was on the seraph's brow
As it thus addressed me :
Hear, O thou man of evil !
Hear what an angel saith :
Repent thy wicked doings,
Ere that He recalls thy breath ;
Turn, turn, whilst life is with thee,
For thou canst not turn in death!
“ The life-blood flows, the eyelids close,
In obedience to thy whim;
And thou scruplest not to trample
On the holy laws of Him !
O foolish king ! recede, recede,
Ere thine eyes wax old and dim!
" Rash sovereign ! thy sweeten'd cup
Soon will change to one of gall;
And the time draws nigh when thou wilt wish
That thy deeds thou couldst recall !
Give ear, o man ! and smile not-
Thou art tott'ring to thy fall!"
Thus dreamed I, my children,
1-the mightiest of kings;
And then methought the seraph
Spread abroad its beauteous wings
Psha! the dream was but a dream,
And I care not for such things !
Brave soldiers of the Russias !
I am gratified with you;
widen'd my dominions,
And your hearts are staunch and true
We have conquer'd Hungary,-
There is Switzerland in view !
W. F. PEACOCK.
. Allusion is here made to the wife of an officer, who was publicly whipped by order of General Haynau.