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KING RICHARD IIOld 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5Which then our leisure would not let us hear,
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
JOHN OF GAUNTI have, my liege.
KING RICHARD IITell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him,
If he appeal the duke on ancient malice;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 10Or worthily, as a good subject should,
On some known ground of treachery in him?
JOHN OF GAUNTAs near as I could sift him on that argument,
On some apparent danger seen in him
Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice.
KING RICHARD IIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 15Then call them to our presence; face to face,
And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear
The accuser and the accused freely speak:
High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,
In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
HENRY BOLINGBROKEAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 20Many years of happy days befal
My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!
THOMAS MOWBRAYEach day still better other's happiness;
Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap,
Add an immortal title to your crown!
KING RICHARD IIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 25We thank you both: yet one but flatters 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?
HENRY BOLINGBROKEAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 30First, 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.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35Now, 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40Too 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;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move,
What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove.
THOMAS MOWBRAYLet not my cold words here accuse my zeal:
'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain;
The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this:
Yet can I not of such tame patience boast
As to be hush'd and nought at all to say:
First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 55From giving reins and spurs to my free speech;
Which else would post until it had return'd
These terms of treason doubled down his throat.
Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
And let him be no kinsman to my liege,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 60I do defy him, and I spit at him;
Call him a slanderous coward and a villain:
Which to maintain I would allow him odds,
And meet him, were I tied to run afoot
Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65Or any other ground inhabitable,
Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.
Mean time let this defend my loyalty,
By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
HENRY BOLINGBROKEPale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 70Disclaiming here the kindred of the king,
And lay aside my high blood's royalty,
Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.
If guilty dread have left thee so much strength
As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 75By that and all the rites of knighthood else,
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise.
THOMAS MOWBRAYI take it up; and by that sword I swear
Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80I'll answer thee in any fair degree,
Or chivalrous design of knightly trial:
And when I mount, alive may I not light,
If I be traitor or unjustly fight!
KING RICHARD IIWhat doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 85It must be great that can inherit us
So much as of a thought of ill in him.
HENRY BOLINGBROKELook, what I speak, my life shall prove it true;
That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles
In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90The which he hath detain'd for lewd 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,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 95That 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
Upon his bad life to make all this good,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death,
Suggest his soon-believing adversaries,
And consequently, like a traitor coward,
Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood:
Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 105Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,
To me for justice and rough chastisement;
And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.
KING RICHARD IIHow high a pitch his resolution soars!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 110Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?
THOMAS MOWBRAYO, let my sovereign turn away his face
And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
Till I have told this slander of his blood,
How God and good men hate so foul a liar.
KING RICHARD IIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 115Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears:
Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir,
As he is but my father's brother's son,
Now, by my sceptre's awe, I make a vow,
Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 120Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize
The unstooping firmness of my upright soul:
He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou:
Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.
THOMAS MOWBRAYThen, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 125Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.
Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais
Disbursed I duly to his highness' soldiers;
The other part reserved I by consent,
For that my sovereign liege was in my debt
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 130Upon remainder of a dear account,
Since last I went to France to fetch his queen:
Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester's death,
I slew him not; but to my own disgrace
Neglected my sworn duty in that case.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 135For you, my noble Lord of Lancaster,
The honourable father to my foe
Once did I lay an ambush for your life,
A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul
But ere I last received the sacrament
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 140I did confess it, and exactly begg'd
Your grace's pardon, and I hope I had it.
This is my fault: as for the rest appeall'd,
It issues from the rancour of a villain,
A recreant and most degenerate traitor
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145Which in myself I boldly will defend;
And interchangeably hurl down my gage
Upon this overweening traitor's foot,
To prove myself a loyal gentleman
Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 150In haste whereof, most heartily I pray
Your highness to assign our trial day.
KING RICHARD IIWrath-kindled gentlemen, be ruled by me;
Let's purge this choler without letting blood:
This we prescribe, though no physician;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 155Deep malice makes too deep incision;
Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed;
Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
Good uncle, let this end where it begun;
We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.
JOHN OF GAUNTAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 160To be a make-peace shall become my age:
Throw down, my son, the Duke of Norfolk's gage.
KING RICHARD IIAnd, Norfolk, throw down his.
JOHN OF GAUNTWhen, Harry, when?
Obedience bids I should not bid again.
KING RICHARD IIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 165Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot.
THOMAS MOWBRAYMyself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot.
My life thou shalt command, but not my shame:
The one my duty owes; but my fair name,
Despite of death that lives upon my grave,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have.
I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here,
Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear,
The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood
Which breathed this poison.
KING RICHARD IIAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 175Rage must be withstood:
Give me his gage: lions make leopards tame.
THOMAS MOWBRAYYea, but not change his spots: take but my shame.
And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,
The purest treasure mortal times afford
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 180Is spotless reputation: that away,
Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest
Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Mine honour is my life; both grow in one:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 185Take honour from me, and my life is done:
Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;
In that I live and for that will I die.
KING RICHARD IICousin, throw up your gage; do you begin.
HENRY BOLINGBROKEO, God defend my soul from such deep sin!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 190Shall I seem crest-fall'n in my father's sight?
Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height
Before this out-dared dastard? Ere my tongue
Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong,
Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 195The slavish motive of recanting fear,
And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,
Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face.
KING RICHARD IIWe were not born to sue, but to command;
Which since we cannot do to make you friends,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 200Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,
At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day:
There shall your swords and lances arbitrate
The swelling difference of your settled hate:
Since we can not atone you, we shall see
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 205Justice design the victor's chivalry.
Lord marshal, command our officers at arms
Be ready to direct these home alarms.