Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my age: Obedience bids I should not bid again. 160 When, Harry, when? K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot. I The one my duty owes; but my fair name, K. Rich. Rage must be withstood: The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation: that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; my shame, K. Rich. Cousin, throw up your gage; do you begin. 170 180 190 [Exit Gaunt. K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to command ; At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day: tence is dislocated for the sake of rhyme. 188 Despite of death: that is, that lives upon my grave despite of death. The sen16 his spots: a heedless adaptation of the words of the well known passage in Jere mình xin. 20. There shall your swords and lances arbitrate Lord Marshal, command our officers at arms SCENE II. London. 200 [Exeunt. The DUKE OF LANCASTER's palace. Enter JOHN OF GAUNT with the DUCHESS OF GLOUCESTER. Gaunt. Alas, the part I had in Glou'ster's blood To stir against the butchers of his life! Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? Or seven fair branches springing from one root: One flourishing branch of his most royal root, Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded, By envy's hand and murder's bloody axe. Ah, Gaunt, his blood was thine! that bed, that womb, Made him a man; and though thou liv'st and breath'st, 202 atone make at one again; reconcile. 1 Glow ster: Thomas of Woodstock, Duke of Gloucester, Gaunt's brother; who was accused of treason, and put to death at Calais in 1397. 7 Who, when they see, etc. Heaven God was commonly referred to by a plural pronoun. hours has the quantity of a dissyllable. That which in mean men we intitle patience Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts. Gaunt. God's is the quarrel; for God's substitute, Hath caus'd his death: the which if wrongfully, An angry arm against His minister. Duch. Where then, alas, may I complain myself? Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight: O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, As much good stay with thee as go with me! Duch. Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls, I take my leave before I have begun, -ah, what? With all good speed at Plashy visit me. And what hear there for welcome but my groans? The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. 40 50 60 [Exeunt. he was only fifty-eight years old. S., ignorant of his age, supposed him to be older. Old Gaunt. He is repeatedly spoken of in this play as very aged and infirm ; but sometimes late. Plashy: a castle in Essex; the seat of Thomas of Woodstock. SCENE III. The lists near Coventry. Enter the DUKE OF SURREY, as Lord Marshal, and the DUKE OF AUMERLE. Mar. My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd? Aum. Why, then, the champions are prepar'd, and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach. The trumpets sound, and the KING enters with his nobles, GAUNT, BUSHY, BAGOT, GREEN, and others. When they are set, enter MOWBRAY in arms, defendant, with a Herald. K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion The cause of his arrival here in arms: Ask him his name and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause. Mar. In God's name and the King's, say who thou art Against what man thou com'st, and what thy quarrel: And so defend thee heaven and thy valour! Mow. My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk; Which God defend a knight should violate! — To God, my King and his succeeding issue, A traitor to my God, my King, and me: And as I truly fight, defend me heaven! The trumpets sound. Enter BOLINGBROKE, appellant, in armour, with a Herald. Both who he is and why he cometh hither Thus plated in habiliments of war, 10 20 And formally, according to our law, Depose him in the justice of his cause. 30 Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore com'st thou hither, Before King Richard in his royal lists? Against whom com'st thou? and what 's thy quarrel? Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven! Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, Scene III. I doubt that this scene was written by S., except some two or three of the later speeches. 30 Depose him in swear him in. The unwarrantable perversion of the sense of “depose" is manifest, but there is no corruption. To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour, To God of heaven, King Richard and to me; Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold Appointed to direct these fair designs. Boling. Lord Marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, For Mowbray and myself are like two men Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your highness, K. Rich. We will descend and fold him in our arms. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight! Farewell, my blood: which if to-day thou shed, 40 50 [To Lord Marshal.] 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 cheerly drawing breath. Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet: [To Gaunt.] O thou, the earthly author of my blood, Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head, 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, Even in the lusty haviour of his son. Gaunt. God in thy good cause make thee prosperous! Be swift like lightning in the execution; And let thy blows, doubly redoubleèd, Fall like amazing thunder on the casque 10 spirit: one syllable, spreet. 60 20 70 80 |