The best way is to 'venge my Glo'fler's death. Gaunt. God's is the quarrel; for God's fubstitute, Hath caus'd his death; the which if wrongfully, An angry arm against his minister. Dutch. Where then, alas, may I complain myself? Gaunt. To Heav'n, the widow's champion and defence. Dutch. Why then, I will: Farewel, old Gaunt, farewel. Thou go'ft to Coventry, there to behold Our coufin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight. Be Mowbray's fins fo heavy in his bosom, [falls, Gaunt. Sifter, farewel; I muft to Coventry. And what hear there for welcome, but my groans? The laft leave of thee takes my weeping eye. [Exeunt. SCENE, SCENE, the Lifts, at Coventry. Enter the Lord Marshal, and the Duke of Aumerle. Mar. M Y Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd? Aum. Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in. Mar. The Duke of Norfolk, fprightfully and bold, Stays but the fummons of th' appellant's trumpet. Aum. Why, then the champions are prepar'd, and stay For nothing but his Majetty's approach. [Flourish The trumpets found, and the King enters with his Nobles: when they are fet, Enter the Duke of Norfolk in arms, Defendant. K. Rich. Marfhal, demand of yonder champion Mar. In God's name and the King's, fay who thou art? [To Mowb. And why thou com'ft, thus knightly clad in arms? Against 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 Norfolk, Who hither come engaged by my oath, (Which, heav'n defend, a Knight should violate!) To God, my King, and my fucceeding iffue, The trumpets found. Enter Bolingbroke, Appellant in armour. K. Rich. Marthal afk yonder Knight in arms, Both who he is, and why he cometh hither, Thus plated in habiliments of war: Mar. What is thy name, and wherefore com'ft thou hither, Before King Richard, in his royal lifts? [To Boling. 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 hand, Mar. Th' appellant in all duty greets your Highness. [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 caufe is right, Farewel, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, (4) (4) Farewel, my blood;] i. e. my kinfman. purely claffical. Projice tela manu, Sanguis meus. -Tu Sanguinis ultimus auctor. Pompilius Sanguis. -tenet, longumque tenebit Tarpeias arces Sanguis tuus. Boling. This appellation is Virg. Æn. vi. ver. 836. Id. Art. Poet. ver. 292. Sil. Italicus. lib. 3. Boling. Oh, let no noble eye profane a tear The daintieft last, to make the end most sweet: Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up To reach at victory above my head, Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers; Even in the lufty 'haviour of his fon. Gaunt. Heav'n in thy good caufe make thee profperous! Be fwift like lightning in the execution, And let thy blows, doubly redoubled, Fall like amazing thunder on the cafque Of thy adverfe pernicious enemy. Rouze up thy youthful blood, be brave and live. Boling. Mine innocence, God and St. George to thrive ! Caft off his chains of bondage, and embrace Ne pugnate odiis. &c. &c. &c. vos, O Superi, meus, ordine Sanguis, Statius. Theb. lib. 3. 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 ftandeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, On pain to be found falfe and recreant, Both to defend himself, and to approve Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, To God, his Sovereign, and to him, difloyal: Courageously, and with a free defire, Attending but the fignal to begin. [A Charge founded. Withdraw with us, and let the trumpets found, [Along Flourish; after which, the King Speaks to the Draw near; And lift, what with our council we have done. Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbour fwords; To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle (Which thus rouz'd up with boift'rous untun'd drums, And |