Dutch. Yet one word more; griefe boundeth where it fals Not with the emptie hollowneffe, but weight:

I take my leaue before I haue begunne,

For forrow ends not when it feemeth done:
Commend me to my brother Edmund † Yorke;
Loe this is all nay yet depart not fo,
Though this be all, do not fo quickly goe,
I shall remember more: bidd him, ah what?
With all good speed at Plafbie § vifite me.
Alacke and what fhall good old Yorks there fee,
But emptie lodgings and vnfurnisht walles,
Vnpeopled offices, vntrodden ftones;

And what heare there for welcome, but my grones?
Therefore commend me, let him not come there,
To feeke out forrow, that dwels euery where ;
Defolate, defolate will I hence and die :
The laft leaue of thee takes my weeping eye.

Exeunt.

Enter the lord Marshall and the duke Aumerle.

Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Herford armde ?
Aumerle. Yea at all points, and longs to enter in.
Mar. The duke of Norfolke fprightfully and bold,
Staies but the fummons of the appellants trumpet.
Aum. Why then the champions are prepard, and stay
For nothing but his maiefties approach.*

The trumpets found, and the king enters with his nobles: when they are fet, enter the duke of Norfolke in armes defendant.

King. Marshall, demaund of yonder champion,

The cause of his arriuall heere in armes,

+ Edward

Plesbie

Sceena tertia *Enter king, Gaunt, Busby, Bagot, Greene and others, then Mowbray in armor, and Harrold.

Aske

Afke him his name, and orderly proceed
To fweare him in the iuftice of his cause.

Mar. In Gods name and the kings, fay who thou art,
And why thou commeft thus knightly clad in armes ?
Against what man thou comft, and what's thy quarrell,
Speake truely on thy knight-hood, and thy oath,
As fo defend thee heauen and thy valour.

Mow. My name is Thomas Mowbray duke of Norfolke,
Who hither come ingaged by my oath,

*

(Which God defend a knight fhould violate)

Both to defend my loyaltie and truth,

To God, my king, and my + fucceeding iffue,
Against the duke of Herford that appeales mee,
And by the grace of God, and this mine arme,
To prooue him in defending of my felfe,
A traytor to my God, my king, and mee:
And as I truly fight, defend me heauen.‡

The trumpets found, enter duke of Herford appellant in armour.

King. Marshall, aske yonder knight in armes,

Both who he is, and why he commeth hither
Thus plated in habiliments of warre,
And formerly, according to our law,
Depose him in the iuftice of his caufe.

Mar. What is thy name, and wherfore comft thou hither Before king Richard in his royall lifts?

Against whom comeft thou? and what's thy quarrell ?
Speake like a true knight, fo defend thee heauen.

Bul. Harry of Herford, Lancaster, and Darby
Am I, who readie heare do stand in armes,

To proue by Gods ** grace, and my bodies valour

Heaven

t bis

Tucket. Enter Hereford and Harold
formally **Heavens

I placed

In lifts, on Thomas Mowbray duke of Norfolke,
That he is a traytor foule and dangerous,
To God of heauen, king Richard, and to me:
And as I truly fight, defend me heauen.

Mar. On paine of death no person be so bold
Or daring, hardie, as to touch the lifts,
Except the marshall, and fuch officers
Appointed to direct these faire defignes.

Bul. Lord marshall, let me kiffe my foueraignes hand,
And bow my knee before his maieftie,

For Mowbray and my felfe are like two men,
That vow a long and wearie pilgrimage,

Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue,

And louing farewell of our feuerall friends.

Mar. The appellant in all dutie greets your highnesse,
And craues to kisse your hand and take his leaue.
King. We will defcend and folde him in our armes.
Coofin of Herford, as thy cause is right †, ́
So be thy fortune in this royall fight:
Farewell my blood, which if to day thou fhead,
Lament we may, but not reuenge thee dead.
Bul. O let no noble eie prophane a teare
For me, if I be gorgde with Mowbraies fpeare:
As confident as is the falcons flight

Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.
My louing lord I take my leaue of you:
Of you (my noble coofin) lord Aumerle,
Not ficke, although I haue to do with death,
But luftie, yong, and cheerely drawing breath.
Loe, as at English feafts fo I regret

The daintieft laft, to make the end moft fweet.

Oh thou the earthly author of my blood,
Whose youthfull spirit in me regenerate,
Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me vp,
To reach a victorie aboue my head,
Adde proofe vnto mine armour with thy prayers,
And with thy bleffings fteele my launces point,
That it may enter Mowbrayes waxen coate,
And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt,
Euen in the luftie hauiour of his fonne.

Gaunt. Godt, in thy good caufe make thee profperous,
Be fwift like lightning in the execution,
And let thy blowes doubly redoubled,
Fall like amazing thunder on the caske
Of thy aduerfe‡ pernitious enemie,
Rowse vp thy youthfull blood, be valiant and liue.
Bul. Mine innocence and faint George to thriue.
Mow. How euer God or fortune caft my lotte,
There lies § or dies true to king Richards throne,
A loyall, iuft, and vpright gentleman :
Neuer did captiue with a freer heart

Caft off his chaines of bondage, and embrace
His golden vncontroled enfranchisement,
More then my dauncing foule doth celebrate
This feaft of battle with mine aduerfarie.

Moft mightie liege, and my companion peeres,
Take from my youth the wifh of happy yeares,
As gentle and as iocond as to ieft,

Go I to fight, truth hath a quiet breft.

King. Farewell (my lord) fecurely I efpic, Vertue with valor couched in thine eie,

Order the triall marfhall, and beginne.

Mar. Harrie of Herford, Lancaster, and Darbie, Receiue thy launce, and God defend thy right.

Bul. Strong as a tower in hope I cry, amen.

Mar. Go beare this launce to Thomas D. of Norfolke,
+ Herald. Harry of Herford, Lancafler, and Darbie,
Stands heere, for God, his foueraigne, and himselfe,
On paine to be found false and recreant,

To proue the duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray,
A traytor to his God, his king, and him.

And dares him to set forwards to the fight.

Her. Here ftandeth Thomas Mowbray D. of Norfolke,

On paine to be found falfe and recreant,
Both to defend himselfe, and to approue
Henry of Herford, Lancaster, and Darby,
To God, his foueraigne, and to him disloyall,
Couragiously, and with a free defire,

Attending but the signall to begin ].

Mar. Sound trumpets, and fet foorth § combatants: Stay, the king hath throwne his warder downe.

King. Let them lay by their helmets, and their speares, And both returne backe to their chaires againe : Withdraw with vs, and let the trumpets found, While we returne these dukes what we decree **. Draw neere and lift.

What with our counfell we haue done,

For that our kingdomes earth should not be foyld
With that deare blood which it hath been foftered ++:
And for our eies do hate the dire afpect

Of ciuill wounds ploughd vp with neighbours fword: