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Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of Nor
[He takes his seat.
Trumpet sounds. Enter BOLINGBROKE, in armour;
preceded by a Herald. K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, Both who he is, and why he cometh hither Thus plated in habiliments of war; And formally according to our law Depose him in the justice of his cause. Mar. What is thy name? and wherefore com'st
thou hither, Before King Richard, in his royal lists? Against whom comest thou; and what's thy quarrel? Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven !
Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, In lists, on Thomas Mowbray duke of Norfolk, That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous, To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; And, as I truly tight, defend me heaven!
Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold,
Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your highness,
K. Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our arms.
Boling. O, let no noble eye profane a tear
leave of you ;
[To GAUNT. Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate,
Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up
[He takes his seat. Nor. [Rising.] However heaven, or fortuné, cast
There lives or dies, true to king Richard's throne,
K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy
9 Brighten up.
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!
Boling. (Rising.] Strong as a tower in hope, I cry
Mar. Go bear this lance [To an Officer.] to Thomas
duke of Norfolk. i 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, A traitor to his God, his king, and him, And dares him to set forward to the fight. 2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke of
Norfolk, On pain to be found false and recreant, Both to defend himself, and to approve Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, To God, his sovereign, and to him, disloyal ; Courageously, and with a free desire, Attending but the signal to begin. Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants.
[A Charge sounded. Stay, the king hath thrown his warder3 down. K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their
[4 long flourish.
[To the Combatants. And list, what with our council we have done. For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd With that dear blood which it hath fostered ;4 And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' swords; [And for we think the eagle-winged pride Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts, With rival-hating envy, set you on To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;] Which so rous'd up with boisterous untun'd drums, With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace, And make us wade even in our kindred's blood ;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.
Boling. Your will be done : This must my comfort
That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Shall point on me, and gild my banishment.
K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Which I with some unwillingness pronounce : The fly-slow hours shall not determinate The dateless limit of thy dear exile ; The hopeless word of never to return