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This Play has been collated with the first Edition printed in 1598 for Andrew Wise, and with another in 1634 for John Norton: There is an intermediate Edition in 1608 W. W. for Matthew Law, but I have not been so lucky as to meet with it.

The Division of the Acts and Scenes is taken entirely from the Edition in 1634, before which time none appears to have been made.

King Richard the Second .

Enter King Richard, Ioha of Gaunt, with other nobles

and attendants.

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King Richard.
LDE lohn of Gaunt, time honoured Lancaster,
Hast thou according to thy oth and band,

Brought hither Henry Herford thy bold son,
Here to make good the boiftrous late appeal
Which then our leisure would not let vs here,
Against the duke of Norfolke, Tho: Mow t.

Gaunt. I haue my liege.

King. Tell me moreouer hast thou founded him
If he appeale the duke on ancient malice,
Or worthily, as a good fubiect should,
On some knowne ground of treacherie in him?

Gaunt. As neare as I could sift him on that argument,
On some apparant danger seene in him,
Aimde at your highnesse ; no inueterate malice.

King. Then call them to our presence face to face,
And frowning brow to brow our selues will heare
The accuser, and the accused freely speake :
Hie stomackt are they both, and full of ire,
In rage, deafe as the sea, hastie as fire.

Enter Bullingbroke, and Mowbray.
Bulling. Many yeares of happie daies befall
My gracious foueraigne, my most louing liege,

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Mow.

Mow. Each day still better others happinesse,
Votill the heauens enuying earths good happe,
Adde in † immortall title to your crowne.
King. We thanke

you both : yet one but flatters vs,
As well appeareth by the cause you come ;
Namely, to appeale each other of high treason.
Coosin of Hereford, what doft thou obiect
Against the duke of Norfolke Thomas Mowbray ?

Bul. First (heauen be the record to g my speech)
In the deuotion of a subiects loue,
Tendring the precious safety of my prince,
And free from other milbegotten hate,
Come I appeallant to this I princely presence.
Now Thomas Mawbray, do I turne to thee;
And marke my greeting well : for what I speake,
My body shall make good vpon this earth,
Or my diuine foule answere it in heauen,
Thou art a traitour, and a miscreant ;
Too good to be so, and too bad to liue :
Since the more faire and christall is the skie,
The vglier seeme the clouds that in it flie.
Once more, the more to agrauate the note,
With a foule traitors name stuffe I thy throate.
And wish (so please my soucraigne) ere I moue,
What my tong speaks, my right drawne sword may proue.

Mow. Let not my cold * words here accuse my zeale, Tis not the triall of a womans warre, The bitter clamor of two eager tongues, Can arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine : The blood is hot that must be coold for this, Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, As to be husht and nought at all to say.

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First the faire reuerence of your highnesse curbs me,
From giuing reynes and spurs to my free speech,
Which elfe + would post vntill it had returnd
These tearmes of treason doubled * downe his throat;
Setting aside his high bloods royalty :
And let him be no kinsman to my liege,
I doe defie him, and spit at him ;
Call him a saunderous coward and a villaine :
Which to maintaine, I would allow him ods,
And meete him, were I tide to runne a foote,
Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes,
Or any other ground inhabitable,
Where euer Englis man durst set his foote.
Meanetime, let this defend my loyaltief,
By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.

Bul. Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
Disclaiming here the kindred of a king,
And lay aside my high bloods royaltie;
Which feare, not reuerence makes thee s to except.
If guiltie dread haue left thee so much strength,
As to take vp mine honors pawne, then stoope :
By that, and all the rites || of knighthood else,
Will I make good against thee arme to arme,
What I haue Spoke, or what thou tt canst deuise.

Mow. I take it vp, and by that sword I sweare,
Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder,
Ile answere thee in any faire degree :
Or chiualrous designe of knightly triall.
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King. What doth our coolin lay to Mowbraies charge ? It must be great that can inherit vs, So much as of a thought of ill in him.

Bul. Looke what I said, my life shall prooue it true, That Mowbray hath receiud eight thousand nobles, In name of lendings, for your highnesse souldiours : The which he hath detaind for leawd imployments, Like a false traitour and iniurious villaine. Besides I say, and will in battaile prooue, Or heere, or else where, to the furthest verge That euer was surueyed by English eye, That all the treasons for * these eighteene yeares, Complotted and contriued in this land, Fetcht from false Mowbray, their first head and spring : Further I say, and further will maintaine, Vpon his bad life to make all this good, That he did plotte the duke of Glofters death, Suggest his soone beleeuing aduersaries, And consequently like a traitour coward, Sluc'te out his innocent foule through streames of blood. Which blood, like facrificing Abels, cries, Euen from the tonguelesse cauerns of the earth, To me for iustice, and rough chastisement : And by the glorious worth of my discent, This arme shall do it, or this life be spent.

King. How high a pitch his resolution soares :
Thomas of Norfolke, what sayst thou to this?

Mow. Oh let my foueraigne turne away his face,
And bid his eares a little while be deafe,
Till I haue told. this Naunder of his blood,
How God, and good men, hate fo foule a lyer.

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