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Dutch. Why then, I will. Farewel, olj Gaunt! And by the grace of God, and this mine arm, Thou go'st to Coventry, thcie to behold

To prove luim, in defending of myself, Our cousin Hereford and feil Mou bray fight : A traitor to my God, my king, and me : O, fit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's focar, And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven ! That it may enter hutcher Mowbray's brcali! Trumpets jound. Enter Bolingbroke, appellant, in Or if misfortune miss the first career, Be Mowbray's (ins to heavy in his bosom,

K. Rich Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms, That they may break his foaming courfer's hack, Both who he is, and why he cometh hither And throw the rider headlong in the lifts, Thus plated in lbiliments of war; A caitiff recreant to my cousin Hereford !

And formally according to our law Farewel, old Gaunt ; thy sometime brother's wife Depose him in the justice of his cause. With her companion grief must end lier life. Mar. What is thy name ? and wherefore com'ft Gaunt. Sister, farewel : I must to Coventry :

thou hither, As much good stay with thee, as go with me! Before king Richard, in his royal lists ? [To Boling. Dutch. Yet one word more ; --Grief boundeth Against whom comes thou? and what's thy quarrel ? where it falls,

Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven! Not with the empty hollowness, but weight : Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and I take my leave before I have begun;

Derby, For forrow ends not, when it feemeth done. Am I'; who ready here do stand in arms, Commend me to my brother, Edmund York. To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, Lo, this is all :-Nay, yet depart not lo; In lifts, on Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, Though this be all, do not lo quickly go; That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous, I Thall remember more. Bid hin--01, whit? --To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me; With all good specd at Plashy visit me.

And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven! Alack, and what thall good old York there see, Nar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, But emply lodgings, and unfurnish'd walls, Or daring-hardy, is to touch the lifts; Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones?

Except the marthal, and such officers And what hear there for welcome, but my groans : Appointed to direct these fair designs. Therefore commend me; let him not come there, Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my loveTo seek out forrow, that dwells every where :

reign's hand, Defolate, defolate, will I hence, and die, And bow my knee before his majesty : The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men

[ Excunt. That vow a long and weary pilgrimage ;
SCEN E III.

Then let us take a ceremonious leave,
The Lifs at Coventry.

And loving farewel, of our several friends.
Enter obe Lord Marhal and Aumerle. Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your high-
Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford'arm’d?

ness,

(70 K. Rich. Hum. Yea, at all points ; and longs to enter in. And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave.

Mar.The duke of Norfolk, fprightfully and bold, k. Rich. We will descend and fold him in our Stays but the summons of the appellant's truir pet. Aun. Why then, the champions are prepard, Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, and stay

So be thy fortune in this royal fight ! For nothing but his majesty's approach. [T!orisl. Farewel, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, The trumpers found, and the King enters with Gaune, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.

Buily, Bagui, and others: when they are fet, Boling. Oh, let no noble eye profane a tear enter the Duke of Norfolk in armour.

For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear : K. Rich. Marthai, demand of yonder champion As confident, as is the faulcon's flight The cause of his arrival here in arms :

Againit a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.Ask him his name; and orderly proceed

My loving lord, I take my leave of you ;To swear him in the justice of his cause.

Of you, my noble cousin, lord Aumerle ;-Nar. In God's name, and the king's, say who Not sick, although I have to do with death ; thou art,

[To Mobray. But lufty, young, and chearly drawing breath.-
And why thou com'st, thus knightly clad in arms; Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet
Againu what man thou com'st, and whatthy quarrel: The daintieft last, to make the end most sweet :
Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath, Oh thou, the earthly author of my blood,--
And so defend thee heaven, and thy valour!

Mocvb. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of Whole youthful spirit, in me regenerate,
Who hither come engaged by my oath, (Norfolk ; Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up
(Which heaven defend a knight Thould violate !) To reach at victory above my head,-
Both to defend my loyalty and truth,

Acid proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ; To God, my king, and his succealing issue, And with thy bleilings steel my lance's point, Against the duke of Hereford that appeais me; That it may enter Mowbray's waxen' coat,

arms.

[To Garzi

1 Mr. Stecvens observes on this passage, that'" zeaxen may mean either soft, and consequent!y teretitle, or flexible. The brigardines or cults of mail, then in uie, were composed of small pieces of Iteel quilted over one another, and yeiio flexible as to accommodaie the dre's they form Lucrury mot.on of thc body."

And

And furbith new the name of John of Gaunt, And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son.

Of civil wounds plough'd up withneighbour's swording Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee (3 And for we think, the eagle-winged pride prosperous !

Of sky-afpiring and ambitious thoughts, Be swift like lightning in the execution ;

With rival-hating envy, set you on And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,

To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Fall like amazing thunder on the casque

Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle scep ;] Of thy adverse pernicious enemy :

Which to rouz’d up with boiiterous untun'd drums, Rouze up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live. And harth-resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, Boling. Mine innocency, and faint George to And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, thrive!

Might from our quiet contines fright fair peace, Mowb. However heaven, or fortune, cast my And make us wade even in our kindi ed’s blood, lot,

[throne, Therefore, we banish you our territories.-There lives, or dies, true to king Richard's Yoll; cousin Hereford, upon pain of death, A loyal, just, and upright gentleman :

'Till twice five fummers have enrich'd our fields, Never did captive with a freer heart

Shall not regreet our fair dominions,
Cait off his chains of bondage, and embrace But tread the stranger paths of baniihment.
His golden uncontrould enfranchisement,

Boling. Your will be done : This must my More than my dancing foul doth celebrate

comfort be,----This feast of battle with mine adversary. That sun, that warms you here, thall shine on me; Most mighty liege,--and my companion peers, And thote his golden beams, to you here lent, Take from my mouth the wish of happy years : Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. As gentle, and as jocund, as to jest",

K. Rieb. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier doom, Golto fight ; truth hath a quiet breaft.

Which I with some unwillingness pronounce : K. Ricb. Farewel, my lord : fecurely I espy The fly-flow hours thail not determinate, Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.

The dateless limit of thy deur exile ;Order the trial, Marshal, and begin.

The hopeless word of-never to return;
Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life.
Receive thy lance; and heaven defend the right ! Morvb. A heavy fentence, my most fovereign liege,

Boling. Strong as a tower in hope, I cry--Amen. And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth :
Mar. Go bear this lance to Thomas duke of A dearer merit 4 not lo deep a maim
Norfolk.

(by, As to be cait forth in the common air,
1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Der- Have I deserved at your highness' hand.
Stends liere for God, His sovereign, and himself, The language I have learn a these forty years,
On pain to be found falle and recreant,

My native English, now I must forego :
To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, And now my tongue's use is to me no more
A traitor to his God, his king, and him,

Than an unstringed viol, or a harp;
And dares him to set forward to the fight. Or like a cunning instrument cas d up,

2 Heri Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke of Or, being open, put into his hands On pain to be found false and recreant, Norfolk, That knows no touch to tune the harmony. Both to defend himself, and to approve

Within my mouth you have eng old my tongue; Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Doubly portcullis’d with my teeth and lijs; To Gou, his fovereign, and to him; disloyal ; And dull, nofeeling, barren ignorance Courageously, and with a free defire,

Is made my gaoler to attend on me. Attending but the signal to begin. [Achargefunded. I am too old to fiwn upon a nurse, Mar. Sound, trumpets ; and let forward, com- Too far in years to be a pupil now; batants.

What is thy sentence then, but speechless death, Stay, the king has thrown his warder 2 down. Which rubs my tongueftom breathing native breath? K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets, and their A. Rieb. It boots thee not to be compassionates; spears,

After our sentence, plaining comes too late. And both return back to their chairs again:

Mowb. Then this I tuin nie from my country's Withdraw with us;- and let the trumpets found,

light, While we return these dukes what we decree. To dwell in folemn shades of endless night:

(A long flourish; after which, the king K. Rieb. Return again, and take an oath with thee.

Speaks to ibe combatunts. Lay on our royal sword your banil'd hands ; Draw near,

Swear by the duty that you owe to heaven, And lift, what with our council we have done. (Our part therein we banith with yourselves) For that our kingdom's earth should not be foil'd To keep the oath that we administer :With that dear blood which it hath fostered, You never ihall (fo help you truth and heaven!)

Mr. Farmer remarks, that to jest sometimes signifies in old language to play a part in a mask. i A warder appears to have been a kind of truncheon carried by the person who prelided at these lingle combats.

3 Mr. Pope rellored thele five verses from the first edition of 1598. 4 Inftcad of cerit Dr. Johnson proposes to read; " a dearer meed," or recard-have I deserved, &c. s Come Whenate for plaintire,

Embrace

Embrace each other's love in banishment ; But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue,
Nor ever look upon each other's face;

Against my will, to co myself this wrong :
Nor ever write, regreet, nor reconcile

A partir Nander - fought I to avoid, This lowering tempeft of your home-bred hate ; And in the sentence my own life destroy'd. [ro ; Nor never by advised purple meet,

K. Rich. Cousin, farewel :--and, uncle, bid him To plot, contrive, or complot any ill,

Six years we banith him, and he shall go. (Fridh. 'Gainst us, our state, our subjects, or our land.

[Exit. Borrg: I twear.

clum. Cousin, farewel : what presence must not Mowh. And I, to keep all this.

From a here you do remain, let paper show. [know, Boling. Norfolk, a-ti far as to mine enemy';--- Mar. My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride, Ry this time, had the king permitted 1s, As far as ind will let me, by your side. [words, One of our souls huid wander'l in the air,

6.731. Oli, to what purpose doft thou hoard thy Banish this frail sepulchre of our illi,

That thou return it no greeting to thy friends ? As 110w our fleth is bauith'd from this dad:

Boling. I have too few to take my leave of you, Confess thy ticions, cre thou fly this realm ; When the tongue's office should be prodigal Since thou Inst far to go, beai not along

To breathe the abundant doiour of the heart. The clogging burthen of a guilty foul.

Grunt. Thy grief is but thy absence for a time. Nició. No, Boling broke; if ever I were traitor, Bolsa. Jry ahlent, grief is present for that time. My name he blotted from the book of life,

Giani. What is fix winters? they are quickly gone. And I from heaven banish'd, as from hence ! Boling. To men in joy ; but grief makes one But what thou art, heaven, thou, and I do know;

hour ten.

[fure. And all too foon, I fear, the king iballrue.- Grunt. Call it a travel that thou tak’ft for pleaFarewel, my liege:--Now no way canl try; Boling. My heart will figh, when I miscall it so Save back tv England, all tlie world's my way. Which finds it an enforced pilgrimage.

Gaunt. The sullen passage of thy weary steps K. R; h. Uncle, even in the glasses of thine eyes Freem a foil, wherein thou art to set I see thy grieved heart : thy fad aspect

The precious jewel of thy home-return. Hath from the number of his banith'd years

Boling. Nay, rather every tedious stride I make I'luck'd four away ;--Six frozen winters spent, will but remember me, what a deal of world

[To Boling. I wander from the jewels that I love. Return with welcome home from banishment. Must I not lerve a long apprenticehood

Boling. How long a time lies in one little word! To foreign paisages ; and in the end,
Four lagging winters, and four wanton springs, Having my freedom, boast of nothing else,
End in a word : Such is the breath of kings. But that I was a journeyman to grief?

Gaunt. I thank my liege, that in regard of me, Gauni. All places that the eye of huwen vifits,
He thortens four years of my son's exile : Are to a wise ma ports and happy liavens :
But little vantage shall I reap thereby;

Teach thy neceliity to reason thus ; For, ere the 15 years, tiiat he hath to tiene!, There is no virtue like necellity. Can change their moons, and bring their time about, Think not, the king did banish thee; My vil-dry's lamp, and timewaited light, But thou the king : Woe doth the heavier fit, Shall be extinct with age, and enlless night; Where it' perceises it is biat faintly borne. My inch of taper will be burnt and done,

Go fay--1 fent thee forth to purchase honour, And blindfold death not let me se my son. And not--the king cxil'd thee: or suppole,

K. Rich. Why, uncle, thou hatt many years to live. Devouring pestilence hangs in our air,

Gaunt.But nota minute, king, tha choucon't give: And thou art flying to a frether clime. Shorten my days thou can't with fulleu furrow, Look, what thy foul holds dear, imagine it And pluck nights from me, but n ! lend a morrow: To lie that way thou go ít, not whence thou com'ft: Thou can't help time to furrow me with age, Suppose the finging birds, musicians; [trow'd ; But stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimase;

lhe grifs whereou thou tread'ft, the presence Thy word is current with him for my death; The flowers, fair ladies ; and thy steps, no more But, dead, thy kingdom cannot buy my breath. Thun å delightful measure or a dance :

K. Rich. Thy son is banith d upon good advice, For gnarling forrow hath less power to bite Whereto thy tongue a party-verdict gave; The mire that mocks at it, and sets it light. Why at our justice seem'st thou then to lour? [four. Boling. Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,

Gaunt. Things sweet to taite, prove in digestion By thinking on the frosiy Caucasus?
You urg'd me as a judge ; but I h:d rather, Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
You would have bid iro argue like a father: By bare imagination of a feast?
O, had it been a stranger, not my child,

Orvallow naked in December now,
To smooth his fault I would have ben more mile?; By thinking on fantaitic summer's heat?
Alas, 1 look'd, when fume of you should tay, Oli, no! the apprehenfion of the good
I was too strict, to make mine own away ; Gises bui the greater feeling to the worse :

i Dr. Johnson understan's this paltaze thus : " Norfolk. So far I have addressed myfl' to thee es to mine eremy'

, I now utter my lait words with kindness und icnderneis, conjefs tiny treifuns." 2 1. c. thic Pipirain vi partiality.

Fell

Fell forrow's tooth doth never rankle more, | How he did seem to dive into their hearts,
Than when it bites, but lanceth not the fore. With humble and familiar courtesy ;
Gaunt. Come, come, my fon, I'll bring thee on What reverence he did throw away on 1laves ;
thy way :

Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of (miles,
Had I thy youth and cause, I would not stay. And patient underbearing of his fortune,
Boling. Then, England's ground, farewel ; sweet As 'twere, to banith their affects with him.
foil, adieu ;

On goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench ; Miv mother, and my nurse, that bears me yet! A brace of dray-men bid-God lped him well, Where-e'er I wander, boalt of this I can, And had the tribute of his fupple knee, friends; "Though banith’d, yet a true-born Englishman. With-" Thanks, my countrymen, my loving

[Lxcunt. As were our England in reversion his, S CE N E IV.

And he our fubjects' next degree in hope.

Green. Well, he is gone ; aud with him go there The Court.

thoughts. Enter King Riibard, and Bagot, &c. at one door, Now for the rebels, which stand out in Ireland ;-

and the Lord dumerle at the otber. Expedient manage muit be made, my liege; K. Ricb. We did obierve.-Cousin Aumerle, Ere further leisure yield them further mens, How far brought you high Hereford on his way ? For their advantage, and your highness' loss. Aum. I brought high Hereford, if you call him K. Rich. We will ourself in person to this war. fo,

And, for our coffers—with too great a court, But to the next high-way, and there I left him. And liberal largess,--are grown fomewhat light, K. Rich. And say, what itore of parting tears We are enforc'd to farm our royal realm ; were shed!

[wind, The revenue whereof shall furnish us Aum. 'Faith, none by me : except the north-east For our affairs in hand : If that come short, Which then blew bitterly againit our faces, Our subtitutes at home shall have blank charters ; Awak'd the feepy rheum; and so, by chance, Whereto, when they thall know what men are Did grace our hollow paiting with a tear.

rich, K. Rich. Wiat said our cousin, when you They shall subscribe them for large sums of gold, parted with him?

And send them after to supply our wants ; A.m. Farewel :

For we will make for Ireland presently.
And for my heart disdained that my tongue

Enter Buliyo
Saouid to prophane the word, that taught me craft
To counterfeit oppreilion of such grief,

K. Rich. Bushy, what news?

[lord; That words seem'd buried in my forrow's grave. Busly. Old John of Gaunt is grievous sick, my Marty, would the word farewel have lengthen's Suddenly taken; and hath sent post-haste, hours,

To intreat your majcity to visit him. And added years to his short banishment,

K. Ricb. Where lies he? He should have had a volume of farewels;

Bushy. At Ely-house.

[mind, But lince it would not, he had none of me. K. Rich. Now put it, heaven, in his physician's K. Riib. He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis To help him to his grave immediat-ly! doubt,

The lining of his collers shall make coats When time ihall call him home from banishment, To deck our folders for thele Inih wais.Whether our kiniman come to see his friends. Come, gentlemen, let's all go vilt him : Ourself, and Buthy, Bagot here, and Green, Pray heaven, we may make halbe, and come

too Obscrv'd his court/hip to the common people :

late!

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S CE NE I.

Gaunt, Oh, but they say the tongues of dying
London,

Inforce attention, like deep harmony :
A room in Ely-kouse.

Where words are scarce they are seldom spent in Gauri brought in fick: with ibe Duke of York.

vain ; Gani.

WILL
ILL the king come that I may For they breathe truth, that breathe their words in
breathe my last

He, that no more must say, is listen’d more (pain. In wholesome counsel to his unstay'd youth. Than they whom youth and eale have taught to 1 ork. Vex not yourself, nor strive not with

glofe ;

(tore : your breath;

More are men's ends mark'd, than their lives beFor all in vajn comes counsel to his ear.

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As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last ; How happy then, were my ensuing cleath!
Writ in remembrance, more than things long past : Enter King Richard, Queen, Aumerle, Bafly, Green,
Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear,

Bagot, Ross, and Willouzbbv.
My death's sad tale may yet undcaf his ear. (sounds, York. The king is come : deal mildly with his
York. No; it is stop'd with other flattering

youth; As, prailes of his state : then, there are found For young hot colts, being rag'd, do rage the more. Lascivious meeters '; to whole venom'd found Queen. Hovi fares our noble uncle, Lancaster ? The open ear of youth doth always listen :

K. Ricb. What comfort, man? How is't with Report of fashions in proud Italy ;

aged Gaunt? Whose manners ftill our tardy apith nation

Gaune. Oh, how that name befits my compofition! Limps after, in base imitation.

Old Gaunt, indeed; and gaunt in being old : Where doth the world thrust forth a vanity, Within me grief haih kept a tedious faft ; (So it be new, there's no respect how vile)

And who abitains from meat, that is not gount? Tlut is not quickly buzz’d into his ears?

For sleeping England long time have I watch'd ; Then all too late comes counsel to be heard, Watching breeds leanneis, leanness is all gaunt : Where will doth mutiny with wit's regard 2. The pleasure that some fathers feed upon, Direct not him, whole way himself will chuse 3 ; Is my Itriet fart, I mean—my children's looks; 'Tis breath thou lack'it, and that breath wilt thou And, therein faling, thou hast made me gaunt : loie.

Gaunt am I for the grave, gaunt as a grave, Gaunt. Metlinks, I am a prophet new inspir’d; Whose hollow womb inherits nought but bones. And thus, expiring, do foretell of him

K. Rich. Can fick men play so nicely with their His rath + fierce blaze of riot cannot last;

names ? For vi, 'ent fires foon burn out themselves :

Gaunt. No, misery makes sport to mock itself: Small towers last long, but sudden storms are fort ; Since thou doft seek to kill my name in me, He tires betimes, that ipurs too fast betimes ; I mock my name, great king, to flatter thee. With eager feoding, food doth cloak the feeder: K. Rich. Should dying men flatter with those Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,

that live? Contuming means, foon preys upon itself.

Gaunt. No, no ; men living fatter those that die. This royal throne of kings, this icepter'd ifle, K. Rich. Thou, now a dying, fay'ft-thou flat. This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,

ter'ft me.

[he. This other Eden, lemy paradise ;

Gaunt, Oh ! no; thou dy'st, though I the sicker This fortress, built by nature for herself,

K. Rich. I am in health, I breathe, I see thee Against infection 5, and the hand of war;

ill. This happy breed of men, this little world ;

Gaunt. Now, He that made me, knows I see thes This precious itone set in the silver sea,

Ill in mylet to fee, and in thee feeis, ill. Which serves it in the office of a wall,

Thy de:h-bed is no lesser than the land, Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Wherein thou lieit in reputation fick;
Against the envy of lesshappier lands;

And thou, too careless patient as thou art,
This blefied plot, this earth, this realm,this England, Giv'it thy anointed body to the cure
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Of those phyficians that fiift wounded thee :
Fear'd for their breed, and famous by their birth, A thousand Aatterers sit within thy crown,
Renowned for their deeds as far from home, Whole compass is no bigger than thy head ;
For Christian-service, and true chivalry,

And yet, incaged in so imall a verge,
As is the fepulchre in stubborn Jeur,

The walte is no whit lefser than thy land. Of the world's raniom, blefied Mary's fon; On, had thy grandfire, with a prophet's eye, This land of such dear fouls, this dear dear land, Seen low his son's fon should destroy his sons, Dear for her reputation through the world, From forth thy reach he would have laici thy shame ; Is now leas i out (I die pronouncing it)

Deporing thee before thou wert poliefs'd, Like to a tenement, or pelting o frin:

Who art polless'd now to dcpose thyself. England, bound in with the triumphant fea, Why, coutin, wert thou regent of the world, Whore rochy shore beats back the envious tiege It were a thame, to let this land by lease : Of watory Neptune, is now bound in with thame, But, for thy world, enjoying but this land, With inky blois, and rotten parchment bonds 7 ; Is it not more than thame, to shame it so? That England, that was wont to conquer others, Landlord of England art thou now, not king: Hath made a ihamerul conquest of intelt:

Thy itute of law is bond-have to the law 8; Ah! would the scandal vanish with my life, And

ii. e. metres, or terfis. 2 Meaning, where the will rune's against the understanding.

37. e. will follow his own courie. 4 1.8. haitv, violent. şi. e. dainit peftilence. i. e. mean, paltry. ? Alliding to the great des raised upon the fubje&t by loans and other exactions, in this reign. Dr. Johnson interprets this pairage thus: - By tetting the rovalties on farm thou halt reduced thyleitina itate below fovereignty; thou art now no longer kin, but in dlord of ingland, subject to the same senaint and limitations as other landlords; by making thy condition fute of law, a condition upen Whits the common rules of law can operate, 21.00 urt become a bond-fluve to the law; thou hast made thyfel amenable to laws trom which thou wont originally exempt."

K. Richa

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