Gaunt. Sifter, farewel; I muft to Coventry. Not with the empty hollowness, but weight: For Sorrow ends not, when it feemeth done. And what hear there for welcome, but my groans? All defolate, will I from hence, and die; Mar. SCEN E IV. The Lifts, at Coventry. Enter the Lord Marshal, and Aumerle. M Y lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd? enter in. Mar. The Duke of Norfolk, fprightfully and bold, Stays but the Summons of th' Appellant's trumpet. Aum. Why, then the Champions are prepar'd, and stay For nothing but his Majefty's approach. [Flourish. The The trumpets found, and the King enters with Gaunt, Bufhy, Bagot, and others: when they are fet, Enter the Duke of Norfolk in armour. K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder Champion To swear him in the juftice of his Caufe. Mar. In God's name and the King's, fay who thou art? [To Mowbray. And why thou com'ft, thus knightly clad in arms? Againft what man thou com'ft, and what thy quarrel? Speak truly on thy Knighthood, and thine Oath, And fo defend thee heaven, and thy valour! Mowb. My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Who hither come engaged by my oath, (Which, heav'n defend, a Knight should violate!) To God, my King, and his fucceeding Iffue," The trumpets found. Enter Bolingbroke, Appellant, in armour. K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder Knight in arms, 9 his fucceeding Iffue,] Such is the reading of the first folio; the later editions read my Iffue. Morubray's lue was, by this accufation, in danger of an attain der, and therefore he might come among other reasons for their fake, but the old reading is more just and grammatical. Depofe Depose him in the juftice of his Cause. Mar. What is thy name, and wherefore com'ft thou hither, Before King Richard, in his royal Lifts? [To Boling. Against whom comeft thou? and what's thy Quarrel? Speak like a true Knight, fo defend thee heav'n! Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Darby To prove, by heav'n's grace and my body's valour, To God of heav'n, King Richard, and to me; Mar. On pain of death, no perfon be fo bold, Boling. Lord Marshal, let me kifs my Sovereign's And bow my knee before his Majefty: For Mowbray and my felf are like two men Mar. Th' Appellant in all duty greets your High nefs, [To K. Rich. And craves to kifs your hand, and take his leave. K. Rich. We will defcend and fold him in our arms. Coufin of Hereford, as thy Cause is right, So be thy Fortune in this royal fight! Farewel, my Blood; which if to day thou shed, 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 fpear. As confident, as is the Faulcon's flight Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. My loving lord, I take my leave of you, Of you, my noble Coufin, lord Aumerie. Not Not fick, although I have to do with Death; The daintieft laft, to make the end moft fweet: Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers; [fperous! Gaunt. Heav'n in thy good Cause make thee proBe fwift like Lightning in the execution, And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Fall like amazing thunder on the Cafque Rouze up thy youthful blood, be brave and live. Boling. Mine innocence, God and St. George to thrive! Mowb. However heav'n or fortune caft my lot, There lives, or dies, true to King Richard's Throne, A loyal, juft and upright Gentleman. Never did Captive with a freer heart Caft off his chains of bondage, and embrace As gentle and as jocund, as to JEST,] Not fo neither. We fhould read, to JUST, i. e. to tilt or tourny, which was a kind I K. Rich. Farewel, my lord; fecurely I efpy Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, 2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of On pain to be found falfe and recreant, Attending but the Signal to begin. [A Charge founded. Mar. Sound, Trumpets; and fet forward, Combatants. -But ftay, the King hath thrown his warder down. And Both return back to their chairs again. Draw near; [A long Flourish; after which, the King And lift, what with our Council we have done. fubftitutes, but the rhyme to which fease is too often enflaved, obliged Shakespeare to write jeft, and obliges us to read it. And, |