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thus knightly clad in arms,

       Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel.

       Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath;

       As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!

      MOWBRAY.

       My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,

       Who hither come engaged by my oath,—

       Which God defend a knight should violate!—

       Both to defend my loyalty and truth

       To God, my King, and my succeeding issue,

       Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me;

       And, by the grace of God and this mine arm,

       To prove him, in defending of myself,

       A traitor to my God, my King, and me:

       And as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

      [He takes his seat.]

      [Trumpet sounds. Enter BOLINGBROKE, appellant, in armour, preceeded by a Herald.]

      KING RICHARD.

       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.

      MARSHAL.

       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!

      BOLINGBROKE.

       Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,

       Am I; who ready here do stand in arms,

       To prove by God’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 fight, defend me heaven!

      MARSHAL.

       On pain of death, no person be so bold

       Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists,

       Except the Marshal and such officers

       Appointed to direct these fair designs.

      BOLINGBROKE.

       Lord Marshal, let me kiss my sovereign’s hand,

       And bow my knee before his Majesty:

       For Mowbray and myself are like two men

       That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;

       Then let us take a ceremonious leave

       And loving farewell of our several friends.

      MARSHAL.

       The appellant in all duty greets your highness,

       And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.

      KING RICHARD. [Descends from his throne.]

       We will descend and fold him in our arms.

       Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,

       So be thy fortune in this royal fight!

       Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed,

       Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.

      BOLINGBROKE.

       O! let no noble eye profane a tear

       For me, if I be gor’d with Mowbray’s spear.

       As confident as is the falcon’s flight

       Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.

       My loving lord, I take my leave of you;

       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,

       Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate,

       Doth with a twofold 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 a Gaunt,

       Even in the lusty haviour of his son.

      GAUNT.

       God in thy good cause make thee prosperous!

       Be swift like lightning in the execution;

       And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,

       Fall like amazing thunder on the casque

       Of thy adverse pernicious enemy:

       Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant, and live.

      BOLINGBROKE.

       Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive!

      [He takes his seat.]

      MOWBRAY. [Rising.]

       However God or fortune cast my lot,

       There lives or dies, true to King Richard’s throne,

       A loyal, just, and upright gentleman.

       Never did captive with a freer heart

       Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace

       His golden uncontroll’d enfranchisement,

       More than my dancing soul doth celebrate

       This feast of battle with mine adversary.

       Most mighty liege, and my companion peers,

       Take from my mouth the wish of happy years.

       As gentle and as jocund as to jest

       Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast.

      KING RICHARD.

       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.]

      MARSHAL.

       Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,

       Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!

      BOLINGBROKE. [Rising.]

       Strong as a tower in hope, I cry ‘amen’.

      MARSHAL.

       [To an officer.] Go bear this lance to Thomas,

       Duke of Norfolk.

      FIRST HERALD.

       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.

      SECOND HERALD.

       Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,

       On pain to be found false and recreant,

      

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