Lo, this is all-nay, yet depart not fo;
Though this be all, do not fo quickly go:
I fhall remember more. Bid him-oh, what?
With all good speed at Plasbie visit me.
Alack, and what shall good old York see there
But empty lodgings, and unfurnish'd walls,
Un-peopled offices, untrodden ftones?
And what hear there for welcome, but my groans?
Therefore commend me,-let him not come there
To seek out forrow that dwells every where;
All defolate, will I from hence, and die;
The last Leave of thee takes my weeping eye.
Enter the Lord Marshal, and the Duke of Aumerle.
Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd? Aum. Yea, at all points, and longs to en
Mar. The Duke of Norfolk, fprightfully and bold, Stays but the Summons of th' Appellant's trumpet. Aum. Why, then the Champions are prepar'd, and stay
For nothing but his Majefty's approach. [Flourish. The trumpets found, and the King enters with his Nobles: when they are fet, Enter the Duke of Norfolk in arms, Defendant.
K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder Champion The cause of his arrival here in arms;
Ask him his name, and orderly proceed
To fwear him in the juftice of his Caufe.
Mar. In God's name and the King's, fay who thou
[To Mowb. And why thou com'ft, thus knightly clad in arms?
Against what man thou com'ft, and what thy quarrel?
Speak truly on thy Knighthood, and thine Oath,
And fo defend thee heaven, and thy valour! [folk,
Mowb. My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Nor-
Who hither come engaged by my oath,
(Which, heav'n defend, a Knight should violate!)
Both to defend my Loyalty and Truth,
To God, my King, and my fucceeding Iffue,
Against the Duke of Hereford, that appeals me;
And by the grace of God, and this mine arm,
To prove him, in defending of my self,
A traitor to my God, my King, and me;
And, as I truly fight, defend me heav'n!
The trumpets found. Enter Bolingbroke, Appellant,
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 juftice of his Caufe.
Mar. What is thy name, and wherefore com'ft thou Before King Richard, in his royal Lifts? [To Boling. Against whom comeft thou? and what's thy Quarrel? Speak like a true Knight, fo defend thee heav'n!
Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby
Am I, who ready here do stand in arms,
To prove, by heav'n's grace and my body's valour,
In Lifts, on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolk,
That he's a traitor foul and dangerous,
To God of heav'n, King Richard, and to me;
And, as I truly fight, defend me heav'n!
Mar. On pain of death, no perfon be fo bold,
Or daring-hardy, as to touch the Lifts,
Except the Marfhal, and fuch Officers
Appointed to direct these fair designs.
Boling. Lord Marshal, let me kifs my Sovereign's
And bow my knee before his Majefty :
For Mowbray and my felf are like two men
That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;
Then let us take a ceremonious Leave,
And loving Farewel, of our several friends.
Mar. Th'Appellant in all duty greets yourHighness, [To K. Rich. And craves to kifs your hand, and take his leave.
K. Rich. We will defcend and fold him in our arms.
Coufin of Hereford, as thy Caufe is right,
So be thy Fortune in this royal fight!
Farewel, my Blood; which if to day thou fhed,
Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.
Boling. Oh, let no noble eye profane a tear
For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's fpear:
As confident, as is the Faulcon's flight
Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
My loving lord, I take my leave of you,
Of you, my noble Coufin, lord Aumerle.
Not fick, although I have to do with Death;
But lufty, young, and chearly drawing Breath.-
Lo, as at English Feafts, fo I regreet
The daintieft laft, to make the end moft fweet:
Oh thou! the earthly author of my blood, [To Gaunt,
Whofe youthful fpirit, in me regenerate,
Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up
To reach at Victory above my head,
Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers;
And with thy Bleffings fteel my Lance's point,
That it may enter Mowbray's waxen Coat,
And furbish new the Name of John O' Gaunt
Ev'n in the lufty 'haviour of his fon.
[rous!
Gaunt. Heav'n in thy good Cause make thee profpe-
Be fwift like Lightning in the execution,
And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,
Fall like amazing thunder on the Cafque
Of thy adverfe pernicious enemy.
Rouze up thy youthful blood, be brave and live. Boling. Mine innocence, God and St. George to thrive!
Mowb. However heav'n or fortune caft my lot, There lives, or dies, true to King Richard's Throne, A loyal, juft and upright Gentleman:
Never did Captive with a freer heart
Caft off his chains of bondage, and embrace
His golden uncontroul'd enfranchisement,
More than my dancing foul doth celebrate
This Feaft of battle, with mine adversary.
Moft mighty Liege, and my companion Peers,
Take from my mouth the wish of happy years;
'As gentle and as jocund, as to just,
God to fight: Truth hath a quiet breast.
K. Rich. Farewel, my lord; fecurely I espy
Virtue with valour couched in thine
eye,
Order the tryal, Marfhal, and begin.
Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
Receive thy Lance; and heav'n defend thy Right!
Boling. Strong as a tower in hope, I cry Amen..
Mar. Go bear this Lance to Thomas Duke of Norfolk!
1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
Stands here for God, his Sovereign and Himfelf,
On pain to be found falfe and recreant,
To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,
A traitor to his God, his King, and him;
And dares him to fet forward to the fight.
2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of
Norfolk,
On pain to be found falfe and recreant,
Both to defend himself, and to approve
Henry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
To God, his Sovereign, and to him, difloyal:
6 As gentle and as jocund, as to JEST,] Not fo neither. We fhould read, to JUST, i. e. to tilt or tourny, which was a kind of sport too.
Courageously, and with a free defire,
Attending but the Signal to begin. [A Charge founded. Mar. Sound, Trumpets; and fet forward, Com
-But stay, the King hath thrown his warder down. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their fpears,
And Both return back to their chairs again :
Withdraw with us, and let the trumpets found,
While we return these Dukes what we decree.
[A long Flourish; after which, the King Speaks to the Combatants.
And lift, what with our Council we have done.
For that our Kingdom's earth fhould not be foil'd
With that dear blood, which it hath fostered;
And, for our eyes do hate the dire afpect
Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbour swords;
7 And for we think, the eagle-winged pride
Of sky-afpiring and ambitious thoughts
With rival-hating Envy fet you on,
To wake our Peace, which in our country's cradle
Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle fleep; ]
Which thus rouz'd up with boist'rous untun'd drums,
And harfh-refounding trumpets' dreadful Bray,
And grating fhock of wrathful iron arms,
Might from our quiet Confines fright fair Peace,
And make us wade even in our kindred's blood:
Therefore,
7 And for we think, the eagle-winged pride, &c.] These five verfes are omited in the other editions, and restored from the first of 1598. Mr. Pope.
8 To wake our Peace, -which thus rouz'd up
Might fright fair Peace,] Thus the fentence ftands in the common reading, abfurdly enough: which made the Oxford Editor, instead of, fright fair Peace, read, be affrighted; as if thefe latter words could ever, poffibly, have been blundered into the former by tranfcribers. But his bufiness is to alter as his fancy leads him, not to reform errors, as the text and rules of criticifm
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