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In lists, on Thomas Mowbray duke of Norfolk,
Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold,
Baling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's
And bow my knee before his majesty:
Afar. The appellant in all duty greets your highness, And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave.
K. Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our
Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,
Baling. O, let no noble eye prophane a tear
Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
My loving lord, [To Lord Marshal.'} I take my leave ofyou;—
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:
O 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 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 of Gaunt,
Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son.
Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee prosperous!
Be swift like lightning in the execution;
Baling. Mine innocency, and saint George to thrive!
[He takes his seat.
Nor. [Rising.] However heaven, or fortune, cast
There lives or dies, true to king Richard's throne,
More than my dancing soul doth celebrate
K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy
Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.
Order the trial, marshal, and begin.
[The King and the Lords return to their seats.
Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!
Baling. [Rising.] Strong as a tower in hope, I cry— amen.
Mar. Go bear this lance [To an Officer.] 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,
2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke of
On pain to be found false and recreant,
Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants. [A charge sounded. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.
K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their
And both return back to their chairs again;
[A long flourish.
Draw near, [To the Combatants.
And list, what with our council we have done,
Therefore, we banish you our territories:
You, cousin Hereford, upon 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.
Baling, Your will be done: This must my comfort
That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me;
K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom,
Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereign liege, And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth: A dearer merit, not so deep a maim As to be cast forth in the common air, Have I deserved at your highness' hand. 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 unstringed viol or a harp; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony. Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue, Doubly portcullis'd, with my teeth, and lips; And dull, unfeeling, ban-en ignorance Is made my gaoler to attend on me. I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now: