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 quar rel: Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath; Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of Who hither come engaged by my oath, 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, Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, 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 ness, 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, Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. Of you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle;— 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, Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee prosperous! Be swift like lightning in the execution; Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live. Boling. Mine innocency, and Saint George to [He takes his seat. thrive! 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 Go I to fight; Truth hath a quiet breast. 8 Yielding. 9 Brighten up. 1 Helmet. K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy [The King and the Lords return to their seats. Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! Boling. [rising.] Strong as a tower in hope, I cry-amen. Mar. Go bear this lance [to an Officer.] to Thomas duke of Norfolk. 1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himself, On pain to be found false and recreant, To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, 2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, On pain to be found false and recreant, Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, com batants. [A Charge sounded. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder3 down. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their spears, And both return back to their chairs again: Withdraw with us:-and let the trumpets sound, While we return these dukes what we decree. Draw near, › Truncheon. [A long Flourish. [To the Combatants. And list, what with our council we have done. Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' swords; And for we think the eagle-winged pride To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle But tread the stranger paths of banishment. Boling. Your will be done: This must my comfort be, That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Which I with some unwillingness pronounce: The fly-slow hours shall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exíle;The hopeless word of-never to return Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life. - Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth: 4 Nursed. |