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Pierced to the soul with slander's venomed Is crack'd, and all the precions liquor spilt ; spear ;

[blood Is hacked down, and his summer leaves all fadThe which no balm can cure, but his heart. By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe. {ed, Which breathed this poison.

Ah, Gaint! bis blood was thinc; that bed, K. Rich. Rage must be withstood:

that womb, Give me his gage: - Lions make leopards tame. That inetal, that self-mould, that fashioned Nor. Tea, but not change their spots; take thee,

(breath'st, but my shame,

Made him a man; and though thou livest and And I resign my gage. My dear dear Jord, Yet art thon slain in lim: thou dost consenti The pnrest treasure mortal times afford, In soine large measure to thy father's death, le---spotless reputation; that away,

In that thon seest thy wretched brother die, Men are but giidee loam, or painted clay. Who was the model of thy father's life. A jewel in a ten-times-barrd-up chest Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair: Is--a bold spirit in a loyal breast.

In suffering thus thy brother to be slanghter'd, Mine hononr is my life; both grow in one ; Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy life, Take honour from me, and my life is dine: Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee : Then, dear my liege, inine honour let me try; That which in mean men we entitle-patience, In that I live, and for that will I die.

Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. K. Rich. Cousin, throw down yonr gage; What shall I say? to safegnard thine own life, do yon begin.

[foul sin! The best way is-to'venge my Gloster's death. Boling: 0, God defend my sonl from such Gaunt. Heaven's is the quarrel; for lieaShall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight? ven's substitnte, Or with pale beggar.fear impeach my height His depnty anointeit in his sight, Before this out-dard dastard! Ere my tongue Hath caused liis deatlı : the which is wrongfully, Sliall wound mine honour with such feeble Let heaveo revenge; for I may never list wrong,

An angry arm against his minister. Or sonnd so base a parle, iny teeth shall tear Duch. Where, then, alas! may I complain The slavish motive of recanting fear;

nyself?

(and defence. And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion Where shame doth harbour even in Mowbray's Duch. Why then, I will. Farewell, old

face. [Exit GAUNT. (command: Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold (Gaunt, K. Rich. We were not born to se, but to Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight: Which since we cannot do to make you friends, o, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,

spear, At Coventry, upon St. Lzinberi's day; That it inay enter butcher Mowbray's breast! There shall your swords and lances arbitrate Or, it'inisfortune miss the first career, The swelling difference of your settled hate ; Be Mowbray's sins eo heavy in his bosom, Since we cannot atone * you, we shall see That theymay break lis foaming conrser's back, Justice design t the victor's chivalry.

And throw the rider headlong in the lists, Marshal, command onr officers at arnis A caitinti recreant to my cousin Hereford! Be ready to direct these home-alarms.[ Exeunt. Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometime brother's SCENE II. The same. A Room in the

wife, Duke of Lancaster's Palace.

With lier companion grief must end her life.

Guunt. Sister,farewell; I must to Coventry: Enter GAUNT, and Duchess of Gloster.

As much goo:1 stay with thee, as go with me! Gaunt. Alas! thic parts 1 bad in Gloster's Duch. Yetone word more ;-Griefbonndeth blood

wliere il falls, Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims, Not with the empty hollowness, but weight : To stir again t the butchers of his life,

I take my love before I have began : But since correction lieth in those hands, For sorrow ends not when it scenieth done. Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Comvend me to my brother, Edmund York. Put we our quarrrel to the will of heaven; Ln, this is all:-- Niy, yet depart not so; Who when he sees the hours ripe on earth, Though this be all, do not so quickly go; Will rain hot vengeance on offi.nders' heads. I shall reme:11 ber more. Did bin--0), what?

Duch, Finds brotherhood in theeno sharper With all good speed itt Plashy ** visit me. Hath love in viy old blood no living fire? (spur Alack, and what shall good old York there see, Edward's seven sons, whicieofthyselfartone, But empty lodgings and infurnizli'd walls, Were as seven pliais of his sacred blood, Unpeopledi ottices, nitrodden stones? Or seven fair brunebes springing from one Aud whiat chcer there for welcome, but my root: [course, groans?

(there, Some of those seven are dried hy nature's Thercfore commend mc; let him not come Some of those branches by the destinies cat: To seek out sorrow that dwells every where: But Thomas, my dear loril, my life, my Glos. Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die; One pbial full of Edward's sacred blood, (ter,

-The last leave of thee takes my ng eye. Que flourishing branch of his most royal rool

(Ereunt. # Reconcile.

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SCENE III. Gosford Green, near Coventry. Except the marshal, and such officers
Lists set out, and a Throne.

Appointed to direct these fair designs.
Herald:, 8c.

Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my soattending

vereign's hand, Enter the Lord Marshal, and AUMERLF. And bow iny knee before his majesty : Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men arm’d?

(in. That vow a long ara weary pilgrimage; Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enter Then let us take a ceremonious leave, Mar. The duke or Norfolk, sprightfully and Anid loving farewell, of our several friends. bold,

(trumpet.

lan. Thic appellant in all duty greets your Stays but the suinmous of the appellant's highaess,

[leave. Aum. Why then, the chianipions are pre-And craves to kiss your hand, and take his pared, and stay

K. Rich. We will descend, and fold him For nothing but his majesty's approach.

in onl' arms. Flourish of Trumpets. inter King RICH- Cousin of Hereford, as thy canze is right,

ARD, who takes' his sent on his throne ; So be thy fortune in this royal fight!
GAUNT, and several Noblemen, who take Fareweli, ny blood; which if to-day thoni sheil,
i heir places. A Trumpet is sounded, and Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.
answered by another Trumpet within. boling. O, let no noble eye profane a tear
Then entor NORFOLK in armour, preced. For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear;
(d by a Herald.

As confident, as is the falcon's flight
K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder cham- Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.-
The ciuse of his arrival here in arm3 : {pion My loving lord, (To Lord Marshal.) I take my
Ask him his name; and orderly proceed

leave of you ;To swear him in the justice of his canse. Of you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle :Mar. In God's name, and the king's, say Not sick, although I have to do with death; who thou art,

(arms; But lusty, yomg, and chceriy drawing breath. And why thou com’st, thus knightly clarl in Lo, as at English fcasts, so I regreet Against what man thou comést, and what thy The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet: quarrel:

O thon, the carthly author of my blood, Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath;

[To GAUNT. And so defend the heaven, and thy valour! Whose youthful spirit in me regenerate, Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up of Norfolk ;

To reach at victory above my head, -Who hither come engaged by my oathi, Add proof unto mine arınour with thy prayers; (Which,lieaven defend a knight should violate!) And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, Both to defend my loyalty and truth,

That it may enter Now brity's waxen * coat, To Gori, my king, and my succeeding issne, And furbisht new the nanie of John of Gaunt, Against the duke of Hereford that appeals me; Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son. And, by the grace of God, and this ininc arni, Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make To prove him, in defending of myself,

thee prosperons ! A traitor to my God, my king, and me: Be swiï like lightning in the execution; And, as I truly right, defend me heaven! And let thy blows, doubly redonbled,

[He takes his seat. Fall like amazing ibunder on the casque i Trumpet sounds.

Enier BOLING BROXL, Of thy advérse pernicious enemy: (live. in armour, preceded by a Herald. Ronse up thy youthtul blood, be valiant and K. Rich. Marshal,ask yonder knight in arms, Boling. Mine innocency, and Saint George Both who he is, and why he cometh hither

to thrive!

[Tie tukes his sout. Thus plated in liabiliments of war;

Nor. (Rising:) However heaven,or forume, And formally according to our law

cart my lot, Depose him in the justice of his causc. There lives or dies, trae to king Richard's Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore loyal, jnat, and upright gentleman: [throne, com'st thou hither,

Never did captive with a freer heart Before King Richard, in his royallisis? [quarrel? Cast oft his chains of bondage, and embrace Against whom comest thou; and what's thy His golden uucontroli'd curranchisement, Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven! More than my jaucing soul doth celebrate

Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and This feast of battle with mine adversary:-Am I; who readyhere do stand in arms, [Derby, Most mighty liege, and my companion peers, To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's Take from any mouth the wish of happy yeais: valour,

(tolk, As gentle and as jocund, as to jest ý, In lists, on Thomas Mowbray duke of Nor- Go I to fight; Truth hath a quiet breast, That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous,

K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely iespy To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; Virtue with valour couched in thine eye. And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven! Order the trial, marshal, and begin.

Mar. On pain of death, no person be so [The King und the Lords return to their Or daring.hardy, as to touch the lists; [bold, seats. . Yieldinge + Erighten np.

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Mar. Harry of Ilereford, Lancaster, and Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign Derby,

Jiege,

(inouth: Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! And all unlook'd for froin your highness Boling. [Rising.) Strong as a tower in hope, A dearer merit, not so deep a main I cry--amen.

As to be cast forth in the coinmon air, jar. Go bear this lance (To an Officer.] Have I deserved at your higliness'hand.

to Thomas duke of Norfolk. [Derby, The language I have learn' ibese forty years, i Her. Harry oc líereford, Lancaster, and My wative Englisi, now I mast forego: Stands here for God, his sovereign, and bim- And now my tongue's use is to me no more, Or pain to be found false and recreant, (self, Than an unstring'u viol or a harp; To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mow. Or like a cunning instrument cased up, bray,

Or, being open, put into his hands A traitor io his God, his king, and him, That kuows no touch to tune the harmony. And dares him to set forward to the fight. Within my mouth you bave en gaol'd my 2 Her. Here standeth Thoinas Mowbray,

tongue, duke of Norfolk,

Doubly portenllis'o with my teeth and lips; On pain to be found false and recreant, Aud dali, uufceling, barreu ignorance Both to defend himself, and to approve Is made my goaler to attend on me. Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, To God, his sovereign, and to him, disloyal ; Too far in years to be a pupil now; Courageously, and with a free desire,

Wbatisthy sentence then, bui speechless death, Attending but the signal to begin.

Which robs my tunguu from breathing native Mur. Sound, trumpets; and set forward,

breath?

[ate 3; combatants, [A Charge sounded. K. Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionStay, The king hath thrown his warder* down. After our sentence plaining comes too late. ki Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and Nor. Then thus I turn me from my country's their spears,

light, And both return back to their chairs again : To dwellin solemn shades of endless night. Withdraw with us : and let the trumpets sound,

[Retiring. While we return these dukes what we de K. Rich. Return again, and take an oain cree, (A long Flourish.

with thee. Draw near.

[To the Combatants. Lay on onr royal sword your banish'd hands;. And list, what with our council we have done. Swear by the duty that you owe to heaven, For that ourkingdom's earth should not be soild (Our part therein we banish with yourselves,) Wiili that dear blood which it hath fostered t; To keep the oath that we administer:And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect You never shall(so help you truth and heaven!) Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' Embrace each other's love in banishment; swords;

Nor never look upon each other's face ; [And for we think the eagle-winged pride Nor never write, regrect, nor reconcile Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, This lowering tempest of your home-bred hate; With rival-hating envy, set you on (cradle Nor never by advised || purpose meet, To wake our peace, which in our country's To plot, contrive, or complot any ill, Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;] 'Gainst us, our state, our subjecis, or our land. Which so roused up with boisterous untuned Buling. I swear. drunns,

Nor. And I, to keep all this. With harsh resounding trampets' dreadful bray, Poling. Norfolk, so far as to inine enemy;And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, By this time, had the king permitted us, Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace, One of our souls had wander'd in the air, And make us wade even in our kindreil's blood; Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our filesh, Therefore we banish you our territories :- As now our flesh is banish'd from this laud: You, cousin Hereford,-upon pain of death, Confess thy treasons, ere thou tiy the realın; Till twice live summers have enrich'd our fields, Since thou hast far to go, bear not along Shall not regreet our fair dominions,

The clogging barden of a gaiity soul. But tread the stranger paths of banishment. Nor. No, Boling broke, if ever I were Boling. Your will be done: this must my traitor, comfort be,

(me; My name be blotted from the book of life, That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on And I from heaven banish'd, as from bence! And those his golden beams, to you here lent, But what thod art, heaven, thon, and I do Shall point on me, and gild my banishment.

know; K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a hea. And all too soon, I fear, the kiog shall Wier doom,

Farewell, my liege :--Now no way can I stray; Which I with some unwillingness pronounce: Save back to England, all the world's iny The fly-siow hours shall not determinate

way.

[Erit. The dateless limit of thy dear exile;

K. Ricń. Uncle, even in the glasses of thine The hopeless word of-never to return

eyes Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life, I see thy grieved heart; thy sad aspéct * Truncheon.

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Hath from the number of his banish'd years Gaunt. What is six winters ? they are Pluck'd four away: Six frozen winters spent, quickly gone,

[one hour ten. Return [70 BOLInc.) with welcome home Boling. To men in joy; but grief makes from banishment.

(word!

Gaunt. Call it a travel that thou tak'st for Boling. How long a time lies in one little pleasure.

[it so, Four lagging winters and four wanton springs, Biling. My heart will sigli, when I miscali End in a word; Such is the breath of kings. Which fmds it an enforced pilgrimage. Gaunt. I thank iny liege, that, in regard

Caunt. The sullen passage of thy weary of me,

steps He shortens four years of my son's exile: Esteem a foil, wherein thou art to set But little vantage shall I reap thereby; The precious jewel of thy home-return. For, ere the six years, that he hath to spend, Boling. Nay, rather, every tedious stride I Can change their moons, and bring their times

make about,

Will but remember me, what a deal of world My oil-dried lamp, and time-bewasted light,

I wander from the jewels that I love. Shall be extinct with age, and eulless night;

Must I not serve a long apprenticehood My inch of taper will be burnt and done, To foreign passatges; and in the end, Aud blindfold death not let me see my son. Having my freedom, boast of nothing else, K. Rich. Why, uncle, thou bast many years

Bilt that I was a journeyman to grief? to live.

[canst give :

Gaunt. All places that the eye of heaven Gaunt. But not a minute, king, that thon visits, Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sor- Are to a wise man ports and happy hávens:

(morrow: Teachtly necessity to reason thus; And pluck nights from me, but not lend a There is no virtue like necessity. Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, Think not, the king did banish thee: [sit, Bilt stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage; But thou the king: Woc doth the heavier Thy word is current with him for my death; Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. Biit, dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath. Go, say-I sent thee forth to purchase lionour, K. Rich. Thy son is banish'd npon goud And not-the king exiled thee: or suppose, advice,

Devouring pestilence hangs in our air, Whereto thy tongne a party + verdict gave; And thou art flying to a fresher clime. Why at our justice seem'st thou thouto lower? Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it Gaunt, Things sweet to taste, prove in To lie that way thon go'st, not whence thout digestion sour.

Suppose the singing birds, musicians; [comest: You arged me as a judge; but I had rather The grass whereon thou tread'st, the preYou would have bid me argue like a father:- sencel strewol;

[more O, had it been a stranger, not my child, The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps, no To smooth his fault I should have been more Than a delightful measure, or a dance: A partial slander | sought I to avoid, (mild: For gnarling af sorrow hath less power to bite And in the sentence my own lite destroy'rt. The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Alas, I look'd, when some of you should say, Boling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, I was too strict, to make my own away ; By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? But you gave leave to my wiwilling tongue, Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, Against my will to do myself this wrong. By bare imagination of a feast? K. Rich. Cousin, farewell :-and, uncle, Or wallow naked in December snow, bid him so ;

By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? Six years we banish liim, and he shall go. 0, no! the apprehension of the good, [Flourish. Ereunt K. RICHARD anit Train. Gives' hit the greater feeling to the worse : Aum. Cousin, farewell: what presence must Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankłe more, not know,

Than when it bites, but lanceth not the gore. From where you do remain, let paper show. Gaunt. Come, come, my son, Pll bring thee Mar. My lord, no leave takel; for I will on thy way: ride,

Had I thy youth, and canse, I would not stay. As far as lind will let me, by your side. Boling. Then, England's ground, farewell; Gaunt. 0, to what purpose dost thou hoard sweet soil, adieu ; thy words,

My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! That thoi return'st no greeting to thy friends? Where-e'er I wander, boast of this I can Boling. I bave too few to take my leave Though banislı’d, yet a trueborn Englishman.

(Ereunt When the tongue's oflice should be proligal

SCENE IV. The sane. A Room in the To breathe the abundant dolours of the heart.

King's Castle. Gaunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a time.

[time.

Enter King RICHARD, Bagor, and CREEN Boling. Joy absent, grief is present for triat

AU MERLE follouing.

K. Rich. We did observe.-Cousin Aumerie,
Consideration, + Had a part or share. I Reproach of partiality.
Ø Grief.

Presence chanıber at court. Growling.

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How far brought you high Hereford on his , With-Thanks my countrymen, my loving way?

[him so, friends ;Aum. I brought higli Hereford, if you call As were our England in reversion his, But to the next bighway, and there I left him. And he our subjects' next degree in bope. R. Rich. And say, what store of parting Green. Well, he is gone; and with him go tears were shed? [east wind, these thoughts.

[land ; Aum. 'Faith, none by me: excepithe north. Now for the rebels, which stand ont' in Ire. Which then blew bitterly avainst our faces, Expedient * manage innst be made, my liege; Awake the sleeping riieum; aud so, by Ere further leisure yield them further means, chance,

For their advantage, and your highness' loss. Did yrace our hollow parting with a tear. K. Rich. We will ourself in person to this

K. Rich. What said our consin, when you

Aum. Farewell: (parted with him? And, fort our coffers—with too great a court, And, for my heart disdained that my tongue Audi liberal largess,-are grown somewhat Should so profane the word, that taught me lighi, craft

We are enforced to farm our royal realın; To counterfeit oppression of sich grief, Tlie revenue wl:ereot shall furnish 113 That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's For onr attirs in hind: If that come short, grave.

{en'l hours, Our substitutes at home shall have blank Marry, would the word farewell have length: charters ;

[riel, And added years to his short banishment, Whicreto, when they shall know what men are He should have had a volume of farewells; They shall subscribe then for large sums of But, since it would not, lie hat none of me.

gold, K. Rich. He is our consin, cousin; but’ris And send them after to supply our wants; doubt,

(inent, For we will make for Ireland presently. When tiine shall call him, bome from banish.

Enter BUSHY. Whether our kinsman come to see his frier:ds. Eusly, what news?

[my lord; Qurself, and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green, Bushy. Old John of Gaunt is grievans sick, Observed his courtship to the common people: Suddenly taken; and all cent post-liste, How he did scein to dive into their hearts, To entreat your majesty to visit bin. With humble and familiar courtesy ;

K. kich. Where lies he? What reverence he did throw away on slaves; Bushy. At Ely-house. [sician's mind, Wooing poor craftsmen, with the craft of K. Rich. Now put it, heaven, in his plıy. smiles,

To help him to his grave inmediately! And patient underbcaring of his fortune, The lining of his coffers shall make coats As 'twere, to banish their affects with lim. To deck our soldiers for these Irish wars.Oif goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench; Come, gentlemen, let's all go visit himn : A brace of draymen bid --God speed him well, Pray Cod, we may make laste, and come too And had the tribute of his supple knee.

late!

[Ereunt.

ACT II. SCENE 1. London. A Room in Ely-house. Writ in remembrance, inore than things long Gaunr on a Couch; the Duke of York,

paxt :

[hear, and Others standing by him.

Thongh Richard my life's counsel rould not

My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear. Gaunt. Will the king conie? that I may Yörk. No; it is stopp’s with other trauerbreathe my last

ing sounds, In wholesome counsel to his unstaied youth. As, praises of his state : then, there are found York. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with Lascivious metres ; to whose venom sound your breath;

The open ear of youth doth always listen: For all in vain comes connsel to his ear. Report of fashions in proud Italy ; Gaunt. O, but they say, the tongues of Whose manners still our tardy a pish nation dying men

Limps after, in base imitation, Enforce attention, like deep barmony : Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity, Where words are scarce, they are seldom (So it be new, there's no respect how vile),

spent in vain : (words in pain. That is not quickly buzz'd into his ears! For they breathe truth, that breathe iheir Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, He, that no more must say, is listen’d more Where will doth mutiny with wil's regard. Than they whom youth and ease bave tauglit Direct not him, whose way himself will to glose 1;

choose;

(thou lose. More are men's ends mark'd, than their lives 'Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wiit before :

Gaunt. Methinks, I am a prophet new The setting sun, and music at the close,

inspired; As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; And thus, expiring, do foretel of him ;

• Expeditious. 1 Because. Flatter,

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