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KING RICHARD THE SECOND.
son to John of Gaunt; afterwards King Henry IV.
Queen to King Richard.
Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants.
Scene, dispersedly in England and Wales.
Enter King RICHARD, attended; John of GAUNT,
and other Nobles, with him. K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd
Lancaster, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band', Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son; Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? Gaunt. I have, my liege. K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou soundesl
him, If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; Or worthily as a good subject should, On some known ground of treachery in him? Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that are
gument, On some apparent danger seen in him, Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice. K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face to face,
And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
[Exeunt some Attendants. High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire, In rage
sea, hasty as fire. Re-enter Attendants, with BOLINGBROKE and
Vor. Each day still better other's happiness ;
us, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Namely, to appeal each other of high-treason.Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ?
Boling. First, (heaven be the record to my speech!) In the devotion of a subject's love, Tendering the precious safety of my prince, And free from other misbegotten hate, Come I appellant to this princely presence. Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, And mark my greeting well; for what I speak, My body shall make good upon this earth, Or my
divine soul answer it in heaven. Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant; Too good to be so, and too bad to live ; Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky, The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. Once more, the more to aggravate the note, With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; And wish, (so please my sovereign,) ere I move, What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword may
prove. Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal ; Tis not the trial of a woman's war,
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear,
K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's
charge ? It must be great, that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him.
Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove it That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles, In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers ; The which he hath detain'd for vile employments, Like a false traitor, and injurious villain. Besides I say, and will in battle prove, Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest 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 false Mowbray their first head and spring. Further I say,
- and further will maintain
K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution soars! Thomas of Norfolk, what say’st thou to this?
Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face,
K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and