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And bow my knee before his Majesty :
For Mowbray and my self 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 your


[To K. Rich. And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave.

K. Rich. We will defcend and fold him in our arms.
Cousin of Hereford, as thy Cause 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 spear :
As confident, as is the Faulcon's fight
Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
My loving lord, I take my leave of you,
Of you, my noble Cousin, lord Aumerle.
Not sick, although I have to do with Death ;
But lusty, young, and chearly drawing Breath-
Lo, as at English Feafts, so I regreet
The daintieft laft, to make the end most sweet:
Oh thou! the earthly author of my blood, (To Gaunt.
Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate,
Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up
To reach at Victory above my

Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ;
And with thy Blessings steel 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 son. (rous !

Gaunt. Heav’n in thy good Cause make thee prospe-
Be swift like Lightning in the execution,
And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,
Fall like amazing thunder on the Casque
Of thy adverse pernicious enemy.


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Rouze up thy youthful blood, be brave and live. Boling. Mine innocence, God and St. George to

Mowb. However heav'n or fortune cast
There lives, or dies, true to King Richard's Throne,
A loyal, just and upright Gentleman :
Never did Captive with a freer heart
Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace
His golden uncontroul'd enfranchisement,
More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
This Feast 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 juft,
Go I to fight: Truth hath a quiet breaft.

K. Rich. Farewel, my lord ; securely I espy
Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.
Order the tryal, Marshal, 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 Himself, On pain to be found false and recreant, To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, A traitor to his God, his King, and him ; And dares him to set forward to the fight. 2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of

On pain to be found false and recreant,
Both to defend himself, and to approve
Henry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
To God, his Sovereign, and to him, disloyal :

6 As gentle and as jocund, as to jest,] Not fo neither. We should read, to JUST, s. e. to cilt or tourny, which was a kind of sport too.



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Courageously, and with a free desire,
Attending but the signal to begin. [ A Charge founded.
Mar. Sound, Trumpets; and set forward, Com-

But stay, the King hath thrown his warder down.
K. Ricb. Let them lay by their helmets and their

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 ; after which, the King

speaks to the Combatants.
Draw near;
And list, what with our Council we have done.
For that our Kingdom's earth Thould not be foil'd
With that dear blood, which it hath fostered ;
And, for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbour swords;
[? And for we think, the eagle-winged 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 thus rouz'd up with boistrous untun'd drums,
And harsh-resounding trumpets' dreadful Bray,
And grating shock 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 verses are omited in the other editions, and restored from the first

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Mr. Pope.
8 To wake our Peace, which thus rouz'd up

Might fright fair Peace,] Thus the sentence stands in the common reading, absurdly enough: which made the Oxford Editor, instead of, fright fair Peace, read, be affrighted; as if these latter words could ever, poffibly, have been blundered into the former by transcribers. But his business is to alter as his fancy leads him, not to reform errors, as the text and rules of


of 1598.

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Therefore, we banish you our Territories.
You cousin Hereford, on pain of death,
Till twice five Summers have enrich'd 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. Ricb. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier Doom,
Which I with some unwillingness pronounce.
The fly-flow hours shall not determinate
The dateless limit of thy dear exile :
The hopeless word, of never to return,
Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.

Mowb. A heavy Sentence, my most sovereign Liege, And all unlook'd for from your Highness' mouth : criticism, direct. In a word, then, the true original of the blun. der was this : The Editors, before Mr. Pope, had taken their Edi. tions from the Folios, in which the text ftood thus,

in the dire aspect
Of civil wounds plough'd up with neigbbour swords;
Which thus rouz'd up,

fright fair Peace.
This is sense. But Mr. Pope, who carefully examined the first
printed plays in Quarto, (very much to the advantage of his Edi-
tion) coming to this place, found five lines, in the first Edition of
this play printed in 1598, omitted in the first general collection
of the poet's works; and not enough attending to their agreement
with the common text, put them into their place. Whereas, in
truth, the five lines were omitted by Shakespear himself, as not
agreeing to the rest of the context; which, on revise, he thought
fit to alter. On this account I have put them into hooks, not as
spurious, but as rejected on the author's revise; and, indeed, with
great judgment; for,

To wake our Peace, which in our country's cradle

Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep, as pretty as it is in the image, is absurd in the sense: For Peace awake is fill Peace, as well as when afleep. The difference is, ibar Peace asleep gives one the notion of a happy people sunk in lloth and luxury, which is not the idea the speaker would raise, and from which Aare, the fooner it was awaked che bezces. VOL. IV. с

A A dearer merit, not so deep a maim, As to be cast forth in the common air, Have I deserved at your Highness' hands. The language I have learn’d these forty years, My native English, now I must forego; « And now my tongue's use is to me no more, " Than an unftringed viol, or a harp ; “ Or, like a cunning Instrument casd up, “ Or being open, put into his hands " That knows no touch to tune the harmony. Within my mouth you have engoald my tongue, Doubly port-cullis’d with my Teeth and Lips : And dull, unfeeling, barren Ignorance Is made my Goaler to attend on me. I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a Pupil now : What is thy Sentence then, but speechless death, Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath ?

K. Rich. 9 It boots thee not to be compassionate ; After our Sentence, Plaining comes too late. Mowb. Then thus I turn me from my Country's

light, To dwell in solemn shades of endless night.

K. Rich. Return again, and take an oath with ye.
Lay on our royal Sword your banish'd hands;
Swear by the duty that you owe to heav'n,

(Our part therein we banish with your selves,)
To keep the oath that we administer :
You never shall, (so help you truth, and heav'n !)
Embrace each other's love in Banishment ;

9. It boots thee not to be compassionate ; ] compasionate, for plaintive.

I ( Our part therein we baniß with your selves,)] It is a queit on inuch debated amongit the writers of the Law of Nations, whether a banish'd man be ftill tied in allegiance to the state which lent him into exile. Tully and Lord Chancellor Clarendon declare for the affirma:ive: Hobbs and Puffendorf hold che negative. Our author, by this line, seems to be of the same opinion.


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