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(Which Heaven defend a knight should violate!)
[He takes his seat.
• Duch. Yet one word more:-grief boundeth
where it falls,
Scene III.--Gosford Green, near Coventry. Speak like a true knight, so defend thee Heaven!
Lists set out, and a Throne. Heralds, fc. Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and attending.
Am I: who ready here do stand in arms, Enter the Lord Marshal and AUMERLE.
To prove, by Heaven's grace and my body's valour, Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, armed ?
That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous, Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in. To God of heaven, King Richard, and to me: Mar. The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and And, as I truly fight, defend me Heaven! bold,
Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists, Aum. Why, then, the champions are prepared, Except the marshal and such officers and stay
Appointed to direct these fair designs. for nothing but his majesty's approach.
Boling. Lord Marshal, let me kiss my sove
reign's hand, Flourish of trumpets. Enter King RICHARD, | Aná bow my knee before his majesty: who takes his seat on the throne; Gaunt and
For Mowbray and myself are like two men several Noblemen, who take their places. A
That vow a long and weary pilgrimage: trumpet is sounded, and answered by another
Then let us take a ceremonious leave trumpet within. Then enter NORFOLK in ar
And loving fárewell of our several friends. mour, preceded by a Herald.
Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion
higliness, The cause of his arrival here in arms:
And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave. Ask him his name; and orderly proceed
K. Rich. We will descend and fold him in our To swear him in the justice of his cause.
arms.Mar. In God's name and the King's, say who | Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right thou art,
So be thy fortune in this royal fight! And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in arms: Farewell, my blood: which if it to-day thou shed, Against what man thou com'st, and what thy Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. quarrel.
Boling. O, let no noble eye profane a tear Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath: For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear: And so defend thee Heaven and thy valour! As confident as is the falcon's flight Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.Norfolk:
My loving lord [To Lord Marshal), I take my W lo hither come, engagéd by my oath,
leave of you :
Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle:-
[To Gaunt. Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, • Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up
To reach at victory above my head,
[He takes his seat. Nor. [rising). However Heaven or fortune
cast my lot, There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne, A loyal, just, and upright gentleman. Never did cnptive with a freer heart Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace Ilis golden uncontrolled enfranchisement, More than my dancing soul dotha celebrate
This feast of battle with mine adversary Most mighty liege, and my companion peers, Tako from my mouth the wish of happy years : As gentle and as jocund as to jest, Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast.
X. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.Order the trial, marshal, and begin. 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." Nar. Go bear this lance [ To an Officer) to
Thomas, Duke of Norfolk. 18 Her Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and
Derby; Stands here for God, his sorereign, and himself, On pia to be found false and recreant, To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbrar. A traitor to his God, his king, and him; And dares him to set forvrard to the fight. Red Ner. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray,
Duke of Norfolk,
On pain to be found false and recreant,
[A charge sounded. Stay! the King hath thrown his warder 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.
[A long flourish. Draw near,
[70 the Combatants. And list what, with our council, we have done:For that our kingdom's earth should not be soiled With that dear blood which it hath fostered; And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect Of civil wounds, ploughed up with neighbours'
swords; Aud for we think the eagle-wingéd pride Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, With rival-hating envy, set you on To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep (Which so roused up with boisterous untuned
drums With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, Might from our quiet cónfines fright fair peace, And make us wade even in our kindred's blood); Therefore we banish you our territories. You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of death, Till twice five summers have enriched our fields Shall not regreet our fair dominions, 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
Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:
My native English, now I must forego:
Plucked four away.-six frozen winters spent, And now my tongue's use is to me no more Return [To BOLINGBROKE] with welcome lionio Than an unstringéd viol or a harp;
from banishment. Or like a cunning instrument cased up,
Boling. How long a time lies in one little word ! Or, being open, put into his hands
Four lagging winters, and four wanton springs, That knows no touch to tune the harmony. End in a word: such is the breath of kings! Within my mouth you have engaoled my tongue, Gaunt. I thank my liege, that, in regard of me, Doubly portcullised with my teeth and lips: He shortens four years of my son's exile: And dull, unfeeling, barren ignorance,
But little vantage shall I reap thereby : Is made my jailor to attend on me.
For ere the six years that he hath to spend I am too old to fawn upon a nurse,
Can change their moons and bring their times Too far in years to be a pupil now:
about, What is thy sentence, then, but speechless death, 1 My oil-dried lamp and time-bewasted light , Which robs my tongue from breathing native Shall be extinct with age and endless night: breath?
My inch of taper will be burnt and done, K. Rich. It boots thee not to be compassionate; | And blindfold death not let me see my son. ; After our sentence plaining comes too late. K. Rich. Why, uncle, thou hast many years Nor. Then thus I turn me from my country's
to live. light,
Gaunt. But not a minute, King, that thou To dwell in solemn shades of endless night!
[Retiring. Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath with And pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow: thee.
Thou canst help time to furrow me with age, Lay on our royal sword your banished hands: But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage: Swear by the duty that you owe to heaven Thy word is current with him for my death; (Our part therein we banish with yourselves) But dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breathi. To keep the oath that we administer:
K. Rich. Thy son is banished upon good advice, You never shall (so help you truth and heaven!) Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave : Embrace each other's love in banishment; Why at our justice seem'st thou, then, to lour ? Nor never look upon each other's face;
Gaunt. Things sweet to taste prove in digestion Nor never write, regreet, nor reconcile
sour. This lowering tempest of your home-bred hate; You urged me as a judge; but I had ratlier Nor never by advised purpose meet,
You would have bid me argue like a father. To plot, contrive, or complot any ill,
O, had it been a stranger, not my child, 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land. Tosmooth his fault I should have been more mild: Boling. I swear.
A partial slazder sought I to avoid, Nor. And I, to keep all this.
And in the sentence my own life destroyed. Boling. Norfolk, so far as to mine enemy : Alas! I looked when some of you should say, By this time, had the King permitted us,
I was too strict, to make mine own away: One of our souls bad wandered in the air,
But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue, Banished this frail sepulchre of our flesh, Against my will, to do myself this wrong. As now our flesh is banished from this land:- | K. Rich. Cousin, farewell :-and, uncle, bid Confess thy treasons ere thou fly the realm :
him so: Since thou hast far to go, bear not along
Six years we banish him, and he shall go. The clogging burden of a guilty soul.
[Flourish. Exeunt King Richard and Train. Nor. No, Bolingbroke: if ever I were traitor, | Aum. Cousin, farewell: what presence must My name be blotted from the book of life,
not know And I from heaven banished as from hence! (From where you do remain) let paper shew.. But what thou art, heaven, thou, and I do know; Mar. My lord, no leave take I: for I will aide And all too soon, I fear, the King shall rue. As far as land will let me, by your side. Farewell, my liege.-Now no way can I stray: Gaunt. O, to what purpose dost thou hoard thy Save back to England, all the world 's my way.
[Erit. Chat thou return'st no greeting to thy friends ? K. Rich. Uncle, even in the glasses of thine Boling. I have too few to take my leave of you, eyes
When the tongue's office should be prodigal I see thy grieved heart : thy sad aspect
To breathe the abundant dolour of the heart. Hath from the number of his banished years | Gaunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a time. Boling. Joy absent, grief is present for that time.
Scene IV.-The same. A Room in the King's Gaunt.What is six winters? they are quickly gone.
Palace. Boling. To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.
Enter King Richard, Bagot, and Green: Gaunt. Call it a travel that thou tak’st for plea
AUMERLE following. sure.
K. Rich. We did observe.-Cousin Aumerle, Buling. My heart will sigh when I miscall it so; How far brought you high Hereford on his way? Which finds it an enforcéd pilgrimage.
Aum. I brought high Hereford, if you call Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy weary steps
him so, Esteem a foil, wherein thou art to set
But to the next highway, and there I left him. The precious jewel of thy home-return.
K. Rich. And say what store of parting tears Boling. Nay, rather every tedious stride I make
were shed ? Will but remember me what a deal of world Aum. 'Faith, none by me: except the northI wander from the jewels that I love.
east wind, Must I not serve a long apprenticehood
Which then blew bitterly against our faces, To foreign passages; and in the end,
Awaked the sleeping rheum; and so, by chance, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else Did grace our hollow parting with a tear. But that I was a journeyman to grief?
K. Rich. What said our cousin when you Gaunt. All places that the eye of heaven visits
parted with him ? Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
dum. “Farewell :" 'Teach thy necessity to reason thus;
And, for my heart disdainéd that my tongue There is no virtue like necessity.
Should so profane the word, that taught me craft Think not the King did banish thee;
To counterfeit oppression of such grief But thou the King. Woe doth the heavier sit That words seemed buried in my sorrow's grave. Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. Marry, would the word farewell have lengthened Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour;
hours, And not the King exíled thee: or suppose And added years to his short banishment, Devouring pestilence hangs in our air,
He should have had a volume of farewells : And thou art flying to a fresher clime.
But since it would not, he had none from me. Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it K. Rich. He is our cousin, cousin ; but 't is To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thon com’st.
doubt, Suppose the singing birds musicians;
When time shall call him home from banishment, The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence Whether our kinsman come to see his friends. strewed;
Ourself, and Bushy, Bagot here, and Green, The flowers, fair ladies; and thy steps no more Observed his courtship to the common people : Than a delightful measure or a dance :
How he did seem to dive into their hearts, For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite
With humble and familiar courtesy : The man that mocks at it and sets it light. What reverence he did throw away on slaves;
Boling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus :
And patient underbearing of his fortune, Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
As 't were to banish their affects with him. By bare imagination of a feast:
Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench: Or wallow naked in December snow
A brace of draymen bid God speed him well, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? And had the tribute of his supple knee, O, no! the apprehension of the good
With “ Thanks, my countrymen, my loving Gives but the greater feeling to the worse:
friends:" Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more As were our England in reversion his, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. And he our subjects' next degree in hope. Gaunt. Come, come, my son ; I'll bring thee Green. Well, he is gone; and with him go on thy way:
these thoughts. Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay. Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland: Boling. Then, England's ground, farewell; Expedient manage must be made, my liege, sweet soil, adieu:
Ere further leisure yield them further means My mother and my nurse, that bears me yet! For their advantage and your highness' loss. Where'er I wander, boast of this I can,
K. Rich. We will ourself in person to this war. Thouglı banished, yet a true-born Englishman. | And, for our coffers (with too great a court
[Exeunt. ! And liberal largess) are grown somewhat light,
We are enforced to farm our royal realm:
Bushy. Old John of Gauntisgrierous sick, my lord:
K. Rich. Where lies he?
K.Rich. Now put it, heaven, in his physician's mind
Enter Bushy. Busny, what news'
Scene I.-London. A Room in Ely House. York. No; it is stopped with other flattering
sounds, Gaunt on a couch; the Duke of York and
As praises of his state. Then there are found others standing by him.
Lascivious metres, to whose venom sound Gaunt. Will the King come, that I may breathe The open ear of youth doth always listen: , my last
Report of fashions in proud Italy;
Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity
(So it be new, there's no respect how vile) Gaunt, O, but they say the tongues of dying men That is not quickly buzzed into his ears ? Enforce attention like deep harmony:
Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, Where words are scarce they are seldom spent Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard, in vain ;
Direct not him whose way himself will choose : For they breathe truth that breathe their words "Tis breath thou lack'st, and that breath wilt in pain.
thou lose. He that no more must say is listened more
Gaunt. Methinks I am a prophet new inspired; Than they whom youth and ease have taught | And thus, expiring, do foretel of him :to glose:
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last; More are men's ends marked than their lives before: For violent fires soon burn out themselves :
The setting sun and music at the close, Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short: As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes : Writ in remembrance more than things long past. With cager feeding food doth choke the feeder: Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear, Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear. Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.