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THE LIFE AND DEATH OF

KING RICHARD II.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

KING RICHARD THE SECOND.

LORD Ross. LORD WILLOUGHBY. EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of York; 1 Uncles lu Lord FitzwATER. John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster ; the King. Bishop OF CARLISLE. ABBOT OF WESTMINSTER. Henry, surnamed Bolingbroke, Duke of Hereford, Lord Murshal; and another Lord.

So to John of Gaunt; afterwards K. Henry IV. Sur Pierce or Exton. SiR STEPHEN SCROop. Duke of AUMERLE, Son lo the Duke of York. Captain of a Band of Welshmen. Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk. Duke of SURREY.

QUEEN to King Richard. Earl, OF SALISBURY. EARL BERKELEY.

Duchess of Gloster. Busty,

Duchess of York.
ВАСот, Creatures to l’ing Richard.

Ludy attending on the Queen.
GREEN,
Earl or NorTHUMBERLAND.

Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, two Gardeners llenay Percy, his Son.

Keeper, Messenger, Groom, anul other Altendants. SCENE, dispersedly in England and Wales.

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SCENE 1. - London. A Room in the Palace. High-stomaclı'd are they both, and full of ire,

In Enter King RICHARI), attended : JOHN OF GAUNT,

rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. and other Nobles, with hini. K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd

Re-enter Altendants, with BOLINGKROKE and

NORFOLK Lancaster, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band ', Boling. May many years of happy days befal Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son; My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Nor. Each day still better other's happiness : Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ?

Add an immortal title to your crown! Gaunt. I have, my liege.

Ki Rich. We thank you both: yet one but AalK. Rich Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him, If he appeal the duke on ancient malice ;

As well appeareth by the cause you come; Or worthily as a good subject should,

Namely, to appeal each other of high treason. (in some known ground of treachery in him ? Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that argu- Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? ment,

Boling. First, (heaven be the record to my On some apparent danger seen in him,

speech!) Aim'd at your bigliness; no inveterate malice. In the devotion of a subject's love, K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face Tendering the precious safety of my prince, to face,

And free from other misbegotten hatı, And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear Come I appellant to this princely presence. The accuser, and the accused, freely speak : Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, (Ereunt some Altendants. And mark my greeting well ; for what I speak,

My body shall make good upon this earth,

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ears:

Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.

Sluic'dout his innocent soul through streams of blood: Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant ;

Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Too good to be so, and too bad to live :

Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky,

To me, for justice, and rough chastisement; The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.

And, by the glorious worth of my descent, Once more, the more to aggravate the note, This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat ;

K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution And wish, (so please my sovereign,) ere I move,

soars ! What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword may Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this? prove.

Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face, Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal: And bid bis ears a little while be deat, 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,

Till I have told this slander of his blood, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,

How God, and good men, hate so fou) a liar. Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain :

K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this, Yet can I not of such tame patience boast,

Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, As to be hush’d, and nought at all to say:

(As he is but my father's brother's son,) First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me Now by my scepter's awe I make a vow, From giving reins and spurs to my free speech : Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Which else would post, until it had return'd Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize These terms of treason doubled down his throat, The unstooping firmness of my upright soul; Setting aside his high blood's royalty,

He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou; And let him be no kinsman to my liege,

Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow. I do defy him, and I spit at him ;

Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Call bim - a slanderous coward, and a villain : Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest ! Which to maintain, I would allow him odds, Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot

Disburs’d I duly to his highness' soldiers : Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,

The other part reserv'd I by consent; Or any other ground inhabitable ?,

For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.

Upon remainder of a dear account, Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,

Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.

Now Swallow down that lie. For Gloster's Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw

death, my gage,

I slew him not; but to my own disgrace, Disclaiming here the kindred of a king;

Neglected my sworn duty in that case.
And lay aside my high blood's royalty,

For you, my noble lord of Lancaster,
Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except: The honourable father to my foe,
If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, Once did I lay in ambush for your life,
As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop; A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul,
By that, and all the rights of knighthood else, But, ere I last receiv'd the sacrament,
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, I did confess it; and exactly begg'd
What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. Your grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it.

Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear, This is my fault: As for the rest appeal’d,
Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder, It issues from the rancour of a villain,
I'll answer thee in any fair degree,

A recreant and most degenerate traitor :
Or chivalrous design of knightly trial :

Which in myself I boldly will defend ; And, when I mount, alive may I not light,

And interchangeably hurl down my gage If I be traitor, or unjustly fight!

Upon this overweening traitor's foot, K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's To prove myself a loyal gentleman charge?

Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom : It must be great, that can inherit us

In haste whereof, most heartily I pray So much as of a thought of ill in him.

Your highness to assign our trial day. Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruld by it true;

me; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles, Let's purge this choler without letting blood : In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers; This we prescribe, though no physician; The which he hath detain'd for vile employments, Deep malice makes too deep incision : Like a false traitor, and injurious villain.

Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed; Besides I say, and will in battle prove,

Our doctors say, this is no time to bleed. Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge

Good uncle, let this end where it begun; That ever was survey'd by English eye,

We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son. That all the treasons, for these eighteen years

Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my age: Complotted and contrived in this land,

Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's gage. Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring. K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his. - and further will maintain

Gaunt.

When, Harry? when ? Upon his bad life, to make all this good,

Obedience bids, I should not bid again. That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death; K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; there Suggest his soon-believing adversaries ;

is no boot, 3 And, consequently, like a traitor coward,

Nor. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot: 2 Unhabitable.

3 No advantage in delay.

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mand, but not my shame : Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded, The one my duty owes ; but my fair name, By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe. (Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,) Ah, Gaunt! his blood was thine; and though thou To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have.

liv'st,
I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here; Yet art thou slain in him : thou dost consent
Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear ; In some large measure to thy father's death,
The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,
Which breath'd this poison.

Who was the model of thy father's life.
K. Rich.

Rage must be withstood ; Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair : Give me his gage :

- Lions make leopards tame. In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, Nor. Yea, but not change their spots : take but Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy life, my shame,

Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee: And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, That which in mean men we entitle — patience, The purest treasure mortal times afford,

Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. Is — spotless reputation; that away,

What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.

The best way is — to 'venge my Gloster's death. A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest

Gaunt. Heaven's is the quarrel ; for heaven's Is — a bold spirit in a loyal breast.

substitute, Mine honour is my life; both grow in one;

His deputy anointed in his sight, Take honour from me, and my life is done : Hath caus'd his death : the which if wrongfully, Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;

Let heaven revenge; for I In that I live, and for that will I die.

An angry arm against his minister. K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage; do you Duch. Where then, alas! may I complain myself? begin.

Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion and Boling. 0, God defend my soul from such foulsin!

defence. Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight? Duch. Why then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt. Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold Before this outdar'd dastard ? Ere my tongue

Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight : Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong, O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear That it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! The slavish motive of recanting fear;

Or, if misfortune miss the first career, And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,

Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's That they may break his foaining courser's back, face.

[Exit GAUNT. And throw the rider headlong in the lists, K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to command: | A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford ! Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometimes brother's wife, Be ready as your lives shall answer it,

With her companion grief must end her life. At Coventry, upon saint Lambert's day ;

Gaunt. Sister; farewell : I must to Coventry! There shall your swords and lances arbitrate As much good stay with thee, as go with me! The swelling difference of your settled hate;

Duch. Yet one word more; — Grief boundeth Since we cannot atone 4 you, we shall see

where it falls, Justice design 5 the victor's chivalry.

Not with the empty bollowness, but weight,
Marshal command our officers at arms

I take my leave before I have begun ;
Be ready to direct these home-alarms. [Exeunt. For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.

Commend me to my brother, Edmund York.
SCENE II. The same.

A Room in the Duke Lo, this is all: - Nay, yet depart not so: of Lancaster's Palace.

Though this be all, do not so quickly go;

shall remember more. Bid him O, what? Enler GAUNT and DucHESS OF GLOSTER.

With all good speed at Plashy 6 visit me. Gaunt. Alas! the part I had in Gloster's blood Alack, and what shall good old York there see, Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims,

But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls, To stir against the butchers of his life.

Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones ?

And what cheer there for welcome, but my groans ?
But since correction lieth in those hands,
Which made the fault that we cannot correct,

Therefore commend me; let him not come there,
To seek out sorrow that dwells

where :

every Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven; Who when he sees the hours ripe on earth,

Desolate, desolate, will I hence, and die;

The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads. Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur?

(Ereunt.

SCENE III. Hath love in thy old blood no living fire?

Gosford Green, near Coventry. Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, Lists set out, and a Throne. Heralds, &c. attending. Were as seven phials of his sacred blood,

Enter the Lord Marshal, and AUMERLE. Or seven fair branches springing from one root : Some of those seven are dried by nature's course,

Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm’d?

Aum. Yea, at all points : and longs to enter in. Some of those branches by the destinies cut: But, Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloster,

Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,

Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.
One phial full of Edward's sacred blood,

Aum. Why, then the champions are prepar'd and
One Hourishing branch of his most royal root,
Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt ;

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For nothing but his majesty's approach. 4 Reconcile.

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6 Her house in Essex.

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