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And wish, (so please my sovereign,) ere I move, K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword
soars! may prove.
Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this ! Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face, "Tis not the trial of a woman's war, [zeal; And bid his ears a little while be deaf, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Till I have told this slander of his biood,* Lan arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain : How God, and good men, hate so foul a liar. The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this, K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, Yet can I not of such tam patience boast,
and ears: As to be hush’d, and nought at all to say:
Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs (As he is but my father's brother's son,)
Now by my sceptre'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 kinsmap 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 Call him—a slanderous coward, and a villain :
[liest? Which to maintain, I would allow him odds; Through the false passage of thy throat, thou And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, Disburs'd I duly to his highness' soldiers : Or any other ground inhabitable*
The other part reserv'd I by consent; Where ever Englishman durst set his foot. For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, ! Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,- Upon remainder of a dear account, By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie. Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: Boling. Pase trembling coward, there I throw Now swallow down that lie.For Gloster's my gage,
death, Disclaiming here the kindred of a king; I slew him not; but to my own disgrace, ! And lay aside my high blood's royalty, Neglected my sworn duty in that case,Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to ex- For you, my noble lord of Lancaster, cept:
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 rites 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 can'st worst de. Your grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it. vise.
This is my fault: As for the rest appeal'd,t! Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I It issues from the rancour of a villain, swear,
[der, A recreant and most degenerate traitor : Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoul. Which in myself I boldly, will defend; I'll answer thee in any fair degree,
And interchangeably hurl down my gage
Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom: K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mow. In haste whereof, most heartily I pray bray's charge?
Your highness to assign our trial day. It must be great, that can inheritt us
K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruld So much as of a thought of ill in him.
by me; Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall Let's purge this choler without letting blood; prove it true;
(nobles, This we prescribe though no physician; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand Deep malice makes too deep incision : In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers; Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed ; The which he hath detain'd for lewdt employ. Our
doctors say, this is no time to bleed.ments,
Good uncle, let this end where it begun; Like a false trajtor, and injurious villain. We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son. Besides I say, and will in battle prove,
Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge
(gage. That ever was survey'd by English eye,- Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's That all the treasons, for these eighteen years K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his. Complotted and contrived in this land,
Gaunt. When, Harry? when? Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and Obedience bids, I should not bid again. spring.
K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; Further I say,—and further will maintain
there is no boot. Upon his bad life, to make all this good, Nor. Myself, I throw, dread sovereign, at That he did plot the Duke of Gloster's death ;
thy foot; Suggestố his soon-helieving adversaries; My life thou shalt command, but not my shame; And, consequently, like a traitor coward, The one my duty owes ; but my fair name, Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams (Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,) of blood :
To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled bere; Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, Pierc'd to the soul with' slander's venom'd To me, for justice, and rough chastisement;
blood And, by the glorious worth of my descent, The which no balm can cure, but his heart. This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.
Which breath'd this poison.
* Reproach to his ancestry. + Charge. Wicked. Prompt. t Arrogant.
No advantage in delay,
K. Rich. Rage must be withstood :
Yet art thou slain in him: Thou dost consent" Give me his gage:-Lions make leopards tame. In some large measure to thy father's death, Nor. Yea, but not change their spots : take In that thou seest thy wretched bro her die, but my shame,
Who was the model of thy father's life. And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair: The purest treasure mortal times afford, In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd, Is-spotless reputation; that away,,
Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy life, Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay. Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee: A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest
That which in mean men we entitle-patience, Is-a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. Mine honour is my life; both grow in one;
What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life, Take honour from me, and my life is done: The best way is—to 'venge my Gloster's death. Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; Gaunt. Heaven's is the quarrel; for heavep's In that I live, and for that will I die.
substitute, K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage; do His deputy anointed in his sight, (fully you begin.
Hath caus'd his death : the which if wrong. Bobing? 0, God defend my soul from such Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift foul sin !
An angry arm against his minister. Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight?
Duch. Where then, alas! may I complain Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height
myself? Before this out-dar'd dastard ! Ere my tongue Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion Shall wound mine honour with such feeble
and defence. wrong,
Duch. Why then, I will. Farewell, old Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear
Gaunt. The slavish motive of recanting fear;
Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight: Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's O, sit my husbaud's wrongs on Hereford's face. [Escut GAUNT.
spear, K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to Tliat it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast. command:
Or, if misfortune miss the first career, Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his hosom, Be ready, as your lives shall answer it, That they may break his foaming courser's At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day;
back, There shall your swords and lances arbitrate And throw the rider headlong in the lists, The swelling difference of your settled hate; A caitifft recreantt to my cousin Hereford ! Since we cannot atone* you, we shall see Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometime brother's Justice designt the victor's chivalry.
wife, Marshal, command our officers at arms With her companion grief must end her life. Be ready to direct these bome-alarms.
Gaunt. Sister, farewell; I must to Coventry; (Ereunt. As much good stay with thee, as go with me!
Duch. Yet one word more;-Grief boundeth SCENE II. The same.- A Room in the Duke
where it falls, of LANCASTER's Palace.
Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: Enter GAUNT, and Duchess of GLOSTER. I take my leave before I have begun; Gaunt. Alas! the part I had in Gloster's For sorrow ends not when it seemeth'done. blood
Commend me to my brother, Edmund York. Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims,
Lo, this is all :-Nay, yet depart not so; To stir against the butchers of his life.
Though this be all, do not so quickly go; But since correction lieth in those hands,
I shall remember more. Bid him-0, what?Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Alack, and what shall good old York there see,
With all good speed at Plashyß visit me.
But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls, Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.
Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones ? Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper And what cheer there for welcome, but my
(there, spur? Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ?
Therefore commend me; let him not come Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one, Desolate, desolate, will I hence, and die;
To seek out sorrow that dwells every where : Were as seven phials of his sacred blood, Or seven fair branches springing from one root: The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. Some of those seven are dried by nature's
SCENE 111.-Gosford Green, near Coventry. Some of those branches by the destinies cut: But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Glos
Lists set out, and a Throne. HERALDS, &c. ter,
attending. One phial full of Edward's sacred blood, Enter the Lord MARSHAL, and AUMERLE. Une flourishing branch of his most royal root,
Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford Is crack’d, and all the precious liquor spilt;
arm'd ? Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all
Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enterin. faded,
Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe.
(pet Ah, Gaupt! his blood was thine ; that bed, Stays but the summons of the appellant's trum. that womb,
Aum. Why then, the champions are prepar'c That mettle, that self-mould, that fashion'd Made him a man; and though thou liv’st, and for nothing but his majesty's approach. breath'st,
+ A bane villain. Reconelle. + Show. * Relatiooship. * Cowardly.
( Her house in Erney. 2 A
Flourish of Trumpets.- Enter King RICHARD, My loving lord, [To Lord MARSHAL.) I tako who takes his seat on his throne ; Gaunt, and
my leave of you ; several Noblemen, who take their places. A Of you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle :Trumpet is sounded, and answered by another Not, sick, although I have to do with death; Trumpet within. Then enter NORFOLK in ar- But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing mour, preceded by a Herald.
breath. K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder cham- Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet The cause of his arrival here in arms: (pion
The dantiest last, to make the end most sweet: Ask him his name; and orderly proceed
O thou, the earthly author of my blood,To swear him in the justice of his cause.
[To GAUNT. Mar. In God's name, and the king's, say who whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, thou art,
Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up Against what man thou com’st, and what thy And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, And why thou com’st, thus knigntly clad in To reach at victory above my head, --
Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers; quarrel: Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath; And furbisht new the name of John of Gaunt,
That it may enter Mowbray's waxen* coat, And so defend thee heaven, and thy valour! Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of Even in the lusty ’haviour of his son. Norfolk;
Guunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee Who hither come engaged by my oath,
prosperous! (Which, heaven defend, a knight should vio- Be swift like lightning in the execution; Both to defend my loyalty and iruth, [late!) | And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, To God, my king, and my succeeding issue,
Fall like amazing thunder on the casquet Against the duke of Hereford that appeals me; Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and
Of thy adverse pernicious enemy: [live. And, by the grace of God, and this mine arm, To prove him, in defending of himself,
Boling. Mine innocency, and Saint George A traitor to my God, nıy king, and me:
[He takes his seat. And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven! Nor. [Rising] However heaven, or fortune, [He takes his seat. cast my lot,
There lives or dies, true to king Richard's Trumpet sounds.-Enter BOLINGBROKE, in ar- | A loyal, just, and upright gentleman: mour ; preceded by a Herald.
Never did captive with a freer heart K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace
His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement, arms, Both who he is, and why he cometh hither
More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
This feast of battle with mine adversary.Thus plated in habiliments of war; And formally according to our law
Most mighty liege, and my companion peers, Depose him in the justice of his cause.
Take from my mouth the wish of happy years: Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore As gentle and as jocund, as to jest, com’st thou hither,
Go I to fight; Truth hath a quiet breast. Before King Richard, in his royal lists?
K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Against whom comest thou; and what's thy Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.quarrel?
Order the trial, marshal, and begin. Speak like a true knight, so defend thee hea- (The King and the Lords return to their seats. Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and
Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,
Derby, Am I; who ready bere do stand in arms,
Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's
Boling: (Rising.) Strong as a tower in hope, valour,
I cry- Amen. In lists, on Thomas Mowbray duke of Norfolk,
DIur. Go bear this lance [To an Officer.] to That be's a traitor, foul and dangerous,
Thomas duke of Norfolk. To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me;
1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven!
[self, Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, On pain to be found false and recreant,
Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himOr daring-hardy, as to touch the lists; Except the marshal, and such officers
To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mow.
bray, Appointed to direct these fair designs. Boling. Lord Marshal, let ine kiss my sove- A traitor to his God, his king, and him, reign's hand,
And dares him to set forward to the light. And bow my knee before his majesty:
2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men
duke of Norfolk, That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;
On pain to be found false and recreant, Then let us take a ceremocious leave,
Both to defend himself, and to approve And loving farewell, of our several friends.
Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your To God, his sovereign, and to him, disloyal; highness,
[leave. Courageously, and with a free desire, And craves to kiss your hand, and take his Attending but the signal to begin. K. Rich. We will descend, and fold him in
Mur. Sound, trumpets; and set forward,
combatants. [A Charge sounded. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,
Stay, the king hath thrown his warder|| down, So be thy fortune in this royal tight!
K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and Farewell, my blood; which it to-day thou shed, And both return back to their chairs again :Lament we may but not revenge thee dead. Boling. O, let no noble eye profane a tear
Withdraw with us:--and let the trumpets For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear;
sound, As confident, as is the falcon's flight
+ Brighten up. Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. Play a part in a mask.
i Heimet. V Trunud
While we return these dukes what we de. | Embrace each other's love in banishment;
[A long Aourish. Nor never look upon each other's face;
(To the Combatants. Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile And list, what with our council we have done. This lowering tempest of your home-bred hate • For that our kingdom's earth should not be Nor never by advised* purpose meet, soil'd
To plot, contrive, or complot any ill, With that dear blood which it hath fostered ;* 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land. And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
Boling. I swear. Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' Nor. And I, to keep all this. swords;
Boling. Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy; [And for we think the eagle-winged pride By this time, had the king permitted us, Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, One of our souls had wander'd in the air, With rival-hating envy, set you on (cradle Banish'd this frail sepulchre of our flesh, To wake our peace, which in our country's As now our flesh is banish'd from this land: Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;] Confess thy treasons, ere thou fly the realm; Which so rous'd up with boisterous untun Since thou hast far to go, bear not along drums,
(bray, The clogging burden of a guilty soul. With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful Nor. No, Bolingbroke ; if ever I were treas And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, My name be blotted from the book of life, (tos, Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace, And I from heaven banish’d, as from hence ! And make us wade even in our kindred's But what thou art, heaven, thou, and I do blood ;
know; Therefore, we banish you our territories :- And all too soon, I fear, the king shall rue.You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of death, Farewell, my liege :-Now no way can I stray; Till twice five summers have enrich'd our Save back to England, all the world's my way. Shall not regreet our fair dominions, [fields,
(Exit. But tread the stranger paths of banishment. K. Rich. Uncle, even in the glasses of thine Boling. Your will be done : This must my I see thy grieved heart: thy sad aspéct [eyes comfort be,
[me; Hath from the number of his banish'd years That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on Pluck'd four away ;-Six frozen winters spent, And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Return (To Boling.) with welcome home from Shall point on me, and gild my banishment.
banishment. K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier Boling. How long a time lies in one littlo doom,
word! Which I with some unwillingness pronounce : Four lagging winters, and fourwanton springs, The fly-slow hours shall not determinate End in a word ; Such is the breath of kings. The dateless limit of thy dear exile;
Gaunt. I thank my liege, that, in regard of The hopeless word of_never to return
He shortens four years of my son's exile: [me, Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life. But little vantage shall I reap thereby ; Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign For, ere the six years that he hath to spend, liege,
(mouth: Can change their moons, and bring their times And all unlook'd for from your highness'
about, A dearer merit, not so deep a maim
My oil-dried lamp, and time-bewasted light, As to be cast forth in the common air,
Shall be extinct with age, and endless night; Have I deserved at your bighness' hand. My inch of taper will be burnt and done, The language I have learn'd these forty years, And blindfold death not let me see my son. My native English, now I must forego:
K. Rich. Why, uncle, thou has many years And now my tongue's use is to me no more,
to live. Than an unstringed viol or a harp;
Gaunt. But not a minute, king, that thou Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up,
canst give: Or, being open, put into his hands
Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, That knows no touch to tune the harmony. And pluck nights from me, but not lend a Within my mouth you have enjail'd my tongue, Doubly portcullis'd,t with my teeth and lips; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance
But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage; Is made my jailer to attend on me.
Thy word is current with him for my death; I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,
But, dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath. Too far in years to be a pupil now; [death, K. Rich. Thy son is banish'd upon good What is thy sentence then, but speechless
advice, Which robs my tongue from breathing native Whereto thy tongue a partyť verdict gave; breath?
Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lower! K. Rich. It boots thee not to be compas- Gaunt. Things sweet to taste, prove in disionate;t
gestion sour. fter our sentence plaining comes too late. You urg'd me as a judge: but I had rather, Nor. Then thus I turn me from my country's You would have bid me argue like a father :light,
0, had it been a stranger, not my child, dwell in solemn shades of endless night. To smooth his fault I should have been more
(Retiring: A partial slanders sought I to avoid, (mild: K. Rich. Return again, tak an oath And in the sentence my own life destroy'u. with thee,
Alas, I look'd, when some of you shouic say, Lay on our royal sword your banish'd hands; I was too strict, to make mine own away; Swear by the duty that you owe to heaven, But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue, (Our part therein we bapish with yourselves,) Against my will, to do myself this wrong. To keep the oath that we administer :
K. Rich. Cousin, farewell :-and, uncle, bid You never shall(so help you truth and heaven!)
* Concerted. + Consideration. Had a part or whan Nurgad + Barred. To more compassion.
Reproach of partiality.
Six years we banish him, and he shall go. My mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! Flourish. Exeunt K. RICHARD und Truin. Where-e'er I wander, boast
of this I can,Aum. Cousin, farewell: what presence must Though banish’d, yet a trueborn Englishman. not know,
[Ereunt. From where you do remain, let paper show. Mar. My lord, no leave take 1; for I will SCENE IV.—The same.- 1 Room in the King's
Castle. ride, As far as land will let me, by your side. Enter King RICHARD, Bagot, and GREEN; Gaunt. 0, to what purpose dost thou hoard
AUMERLE followiny. thy words,
K. Rich. We did obserre.-Cousin Aumerle, That thon return'st no greeting to thy friends? How far brought you high Hereford on his Boling. I have too few to take my leave of you,
Aum. I brought high Hereford, if you call When the tongue's office should be prodigal To breathe the abundant dolour* of the heart. But to the next highway, and there I left him. Gaunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a
K. Rich. And, say, what store of parting time.
tears were shed ? Boling. Joy absent, grief is present for that
Aum. 'Faith, none by me: except the northtime.
east wind, Gaunt. What is six winters? they are quick- Which then blew bitterly against our faces,
Awak'd the sleeping rheum; and so, by chance, Boling: To men in joy; but grief makes one Did grace our hollow parting with a tear. hour ten.
K. Rich. What said our cousin, when you Gaunt. Call it a travel that thou tak'st for
parted with him. pleasure.
Aum. Farewell : Boling. My heart will sigh, when I miscall it And, for my heart disdained that my tongue Wbich finds it an enforced pilgrimage. [so, Should so protane the word, that taught me
Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy wcary steps To counterfeit oppression of such griet, (craft Esteem a foil, wherein thou art to set
That words seem'd buried in niy sorrow's The precious jewel of thy home-return.
grave. Boling. Nay, rather, every tedious stride I Marry, would the word farewell havo make
lengthen'd hours, Will but remember me, what a deal of world
And added years to his short banishment, I wander from the jewels that I love.
He should have had a volume of farewells; Must I not serve a long apprenticehood But, since it would not, he had none of me. To foreign passages; and in the end,
K. Rich. He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis Having my freedom, boast of nothing else,
(ment, But that I was a journeyman to griet?
When time shall call him home from banishGaunt. All places, that the eye of heaven whether our kinsman come to see his friends. visits,
Ourself, and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green, Are to a wise man ports and happy havens:
Observ'd his courtship to the common people:Teach thy necessity to reason thus ;
How he did seem to dive into their hearts, There is no virtue like necessity.
With humble and familiar courtesy ; Think not, the king did banish thee;
What reverence he did throw away on slaves; But thou the king: Woe doth the heavier sit, Wooing poor craftsmen, with the craft of Where it perceives it is but faintly borne.
smiles, Go, say-1 sent thee forth to purchase honour, and patient underbearing of his fortune, And not--The king exil'd thee: or suppose,
As 'twere, to banish their effects with him. Devouring pestilence hangs in our air,
Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench; And thon art flying to a fresher clime.
A brace of draymen bid--God speed him well, Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it
And had the tribute of his supple knee, To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou With-Thanks my countrymen, my loving friends; com'st:
As were our England in reversion his, Suppose the singing birds, musicians;
And he our subjects next degree in hope. The grass whereon thou tread'st, the presencer
Green. Well, he is gone ; and with him go strew'd;
[land ;The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps, no more Now for the rebels, which stand out in IreThan a delightful measure, or a dance :
Expedient* manage must be made, my liege; For gnarlingt sorrow hath less power to bite
Ere further leisure yield them further means, The man that mocks at it, and sets it light.
For their advantage, and your highness' loss. Boling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand,
K. Rich. We will ourself in person to this By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
And, fort our coffers—with too great a court, By bare imagination of a feast?
And' liberal largess,—are grown somewhat Or wallow naked in December's snow,
light, By thinking on tantastic summer's heat?
We are entorc'd to farm our royal realm; (), no! the apprehension of the good,
The revenue whereof shall furnish us Gives but the greater feeling to the worse : For our affairs in hand: If that come short, Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more,
Our substitutes at home shall have blank Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore.
(richa Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee Whereto, when they shall know what men are on thy way:
They shall subscribe them for large sums of llad I thy youth, and cause, I would not stay. Boling. T'hen, England's ground, farewell; And send them after to supply our wants;
gold, sweet soil, adieu ;
For we will make for Ireland presently. • Orict. + Presence chamber at court. 1 Growling.