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Or worthily, as a good Subject should,
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Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray. Boling. May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereign, my most loving Liege!
Mowb. Each day still better other's happiness ;
K. Rich. We thank you both, yet one but flatters us,
Boling. First (Heaven be the record to my speech!)
The uglier seem the Clouds, that in it fly.
Gage, Disclaiming here the kindred of a King, And lay aside my high blood's Royalty: (Which fear, not rev'rence, makes thee to except :) If guilty Dread hath left thee so much strength, As to take up mine Honour's pawn, then stoop. By that, and all the rights of Knighthood else, Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
What I have spoken, or thou canst devise.
Mowb. I take it up, and by that Sword I swear, Which gently laid my Knighthood on my shoulder, I'll answer thee in any fair degree, Or chivalrous design of knightly tryal ; And when I mount, alive may I not light, If I be traitor, or unjustly fight! K. Rich. What doth our Cousin lay to Mowbray's
charge! It must be great, ' that can inhabit us So much as of a thought of Ill in him.
Boling. Look, what I said, my life shall prove it true; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles, In name of lendings for your Highness' soldiers, The which he hath detain'd for lewd imployments; Like a false traitor and injurious villain. Besides, I say, and will in battel prove, Or here, or elsewhere, to the furtheft verge, That ever was survey'd by English eye; That all the treasons for these eighteen years, Complotted and contrived in this Land, Fetch from falfe Mowbray their first head and spring. Further, I say, and further will maintain Upon his bad Life to make all This good, That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death Suggest his foon-believing adversaries; And consequently, like a traitor-coward, Sluic'd out his inn'cent soul through streams of blood; Which blood, like facrificing Abels, cries Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, To me, for justice, and rough chastisement, And by the glorious Worth of
of my Defcent, This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.
K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution foars! Thomas of Norfolk, what lay'st thou to this?
a that can INHERIT Xs.] Wc Mould read, INHABIT.
Mowb. O, let my Sovereign turn away his face, And bid his ears a little while be deaf, Till I have told this Slander of his blood, How God and good men hate so foul a liar.
K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears. Were he our brother, nay, our Kingdom's heir, As he is but our father's brother's son ; Now by my Scepter's awe, I make a vow, Such neighbour-nearness to our sacred blood Should nothing priv'lege him, nor partialize Th' unstooping firmness of my upright soul. He is our Subject, Mowbray, so art thou ; Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow.
Mowb. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest! Three parts of that Receipt I had for Calais, Disburlt I to his Highness' soldiers ; The other part reserv'd I by consent, For that my sovereign Liege was in my debt; Upon remainder of a dear account, Since last I went to France to fetch his Queen. Now, swallow down that Lie.--For Gloucester's death, I flew him not; but, to mine own disgrace, Neglected my sworn duty in that case. For you, my noble lord of Lancaster, The honourable father to my foe, Once did I lay an ambush for your life, A trespass that doth vex my grieved foul ; But ere I last receiv'd the Sacrament, I did confess it, and exactly begg'd Your Grace's pardon ; and, I hope, I had it. This is my fault; as for the rest appeald, It iffues from the rancor of a villain, A recreant and most degen'rate traitor : Which in my self I boldly will defend, And interchangeably hurle down my gage Upon this overweening traitor's foot ;
To prove my self a loyal gentleman,
K. Rich. Wrath-kindled Gentlemen, be rul'd by me;
Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my age;
K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his,
3 This we prescribe, though no physician, &c ] I must make one remark, in general, on the Rhymes throughout this whole play ; they are so much inferior to the rest of the writing, that they appear to me'of a different hand. What confirms this, is, that the context does every where exactly (and frequently much better) connect without the inserted rhymes, except in a very few places ; and just there too, the rhyming verses are of a much better taste than all the others, which rather strengthens my conjecture.