Grignion The LIFE and DEATH of KING RICHARD II. ACT I. SCENE I. The COURT. Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other nobles and Ο attendants. K. RICHARD. LD John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold fon, Here to make good the boift'rous late appeal, Which then our leifure would not let us hear, K. RICH. Tell me moreover, haft thou founded him, Or worthily, as a good subject should, On fome known ground of treachery in him? GAUNT. As near as I could fift him on that argument, On fome apparent danger seen in him Aim'd at your hignefs; no invet'rate malice. K. RICH. Then call them to our prefence; face to face, And frowning brow to brow. Ourselves will hear Th' accufer, and th' accufed freely speak— High ftomach'd are they both, and full of ire; SCENE II. Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray. K. RICH. We thank you both, yet one but flatters us, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Namely, t' appeal each other of high treason. Coufin of Hereford, what dost thou object Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, Once more, the more to aggravate the note, And with, fo please my fov'reign, ere I move, What my tongue fpeaks, my right-drawn sword may prove. Mow B. Let not my cold words here accufe my zeal; "Tis not the trial of a woman's war, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Can arbitrate this caufe betwixt us twain; The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this. As to be husht, and nought at all to say. Firft the fair rev'rence of your highness curbs me, And let him be no kinfman to my liege, I do defie him, and I spit at him; Call him a fland'rous coward, and a villain; Where never Englishman durft set his foot. By all my hopes, most falfely doth he lie. BOL. Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage, Disclaiming here the kindred of a king, And lay afide my high blood's royalty, Which fear, not rev'rence, makes thee to except. Will I make good against thee arm to arm, What I have spoken, or thou canst devise. Mow B. 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 defign of knightly trial; And when I mount, alive may I not light, If I be traitor, or unjustly fight! [charge? K. RICH. What doth our coufin fay to Mowbray's It must be great, that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him. BOL. Look, what I faid, my life shall prove it true; Befides, I fay, and will in battle prove, Or here, or elsewhere, to the furtheft verge, Fetch from falfe Mowbray their firft head and spring. Upon his bad life to make all this good, That he did plot the duke of Gloucester's death; Suggeft his foon-believing adverfaries; And confequently, like a traitor-coward, Sluic'd out his inn'cent foul through ftreams of blood; K. RICH. How high a pitch his refolution foars! Thomas of Norfolk, what fay'st thou to this? Mow B. O, let my sovereign turn away his face, 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 fon; Now by my fceptre's awe, I make a vow, Such neighbour-nearness to our facred blood Should nothing priv'lege him, nor partialize Th' unftooping firmness of my upright foul. He is our subject, Mowbray, so art thou; Free speech, and fearless, I to thee allow. Mow B. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Through the falfe paffage of thy throat thou lieft! Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, The other part reserv'd I by consent, For that my fovereign liege was in my debt; Upon remainder of a dear account, Since last I went to France to fetch his queen. Now, fwallow down that lie.-For Gloucester's death, I flew him not; but, to mine own difgrace, I did confefs it, and exactly begg'd Your Grace's pardon; and, I hope, I had it. |