That they may break his foaming courser's back, A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford! Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: I take my leave before I have begun ; Alack, and what shall good old York there see, And what cheer there for welcome, but my groans? VOL. VI. X [Exeunt. SCENE III. Gosford Green, near Coventry. Lists set out, and a Throne. Heralds, &c. attending. Enter the Lord Marshal, and AUMERLE. Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd? Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in. Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. Aum. Why then, the champions are prepar'd, and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach. Flourish of trumpets. Enter King RICHARD, who takes his seat on his throne; GAUNT, and several noblemen, who take their places. A trumpet is sounded, and answered by another trumpet within. Then enter NORFOLK in armour, preceded by a Herald. K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion To swear him in the justice of his cause. 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 thy quarrel: Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath; And so defend thee heaven, and thy valour! Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray 7, duke of Norfolk; Who hither come engaged by my oath, (Which, heaven defend, a knight should violate!) To God, my king, and my succeeding issue, [He takes his seat.' Trumpet sounds. Enter BOLINGBROKE, in armour ;" preceded by a Herald. K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, Both who he is, and why he cometh hither Thus plated in habiliments of war; And formally according to our law 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! Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, In lists, on Thomas Mowbray duke of Norfolk, 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 Then let us take a ceremonious leave, And loving farewell, of our several friends. Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your high ness, And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave. arms. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, Boling. O, let no noble eye prophane a tear My loving lord, [To Lord Marshal.] I take my leave of you ; Of you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle :- The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet: Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head, Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers; Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son. Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee prosperous! Be swift like lightning in the execution; And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Of thy adverse pernicious enemy: Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live. Boling. Mine innocency, and saint George to thrive ! [He takes his seat. Nor. [Rising.] However heaven, or fortune, cast my lot, There lives or dies, true to king Richard's throne, Never did captive with a freer heart Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement, |