Actus Primus, Scæna Prima.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
Enter King Richard, Iohn of Gaunt, with other Nobles
and Attendants.
King Richard.OLd
Iohn of Gaunt, time‑honoured Lancaster,
Hast thou according to thy oath and bandBrought hither
Henry Herford thy bold son:
Heere to make good yͤ boistrous late appeale,
[5]
Which then our leysure would not let vs heare,Against the Duke of Norfolke,
Thomas Mowbray?
Gaunt.I haue my Liege.King.Tell me moreouer, hast thou sounded him,If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice,
[10]
Or worthily as a good subiect shouldOn some knowne ground of treacherie in him.Gaunt.As neere as I could sift him on that argument,On some apparant danger seene in him,Aym
,'d at your Highnesse, no inueterate malice.
Kin.
[15]
Then call them to our presence face to face,And frowning brow to brow, our selues will heareTh'accuser, and the accused, freely speake;High stomack d are they both, and full of ire,In rage, deafe as the sea; hastie as fire.Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray.Bul.
[20]
Many yeares of happy dayes befallMy gracious Soueraigne, my most louing Liege.Mow.Each day still better others happinesse,Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap,Adde an immortall title to your Crowne.King.
[25]
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 dost thou obiectAgainst the Duke of Norfolke,
Thomas Mowbray?
Bul.
[30]
First, heauen be the record to my speech,In the deuotion of a subiects loue,Tendering the precious safetie of my Prince,And free from other misbegotten hate,Come I appealant to this Princely presence.
[35]
Now
Thomas Mowbray 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 soule answer it in heauen.Thou art a Traitor, and a Miscreant;
[40]
Too good to be so, and too bad to liue,Since the more faire and christall is the skie,
The vglier seeme the cloudes that in it flye:Once more, the more to aggrauate the note,With a foule Traitors name stuffe I thy throte,
[45]
And wish (so please my Soueraigne) ere I moue,What my tong speaks, my right drawn sword may proueMow.Let not my cold words heere accuse my zeale:'Tis not the triall of a Womans warre,The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
[50]
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine:The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this.Yet can I not of such tame patience boast,As to be husht, and nought at all to say.First the faire reuerence of your Highnesse curbes mee,
[55]
From giuing reines and spurres to my free speech,Which else would post, vntill it had return'dThese tearmes of treason, doubly downe his throat.Setting aside his high bloods royalty,And let him be no Kinsman to my Liege,
[60]
I do defie him, and I spit at him,Call him a slanderous Coward, and a Villaine:Which to maintaine, I would allow him oddes,And meete him, were I tide to runne afoote,Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes,
[65]
Or any other ground inhabitable,Where euer Englishman durst set his foote.Meane time, let this defend my loyaltie,By all my hopes most falsely doth he lie.Bul.Pale trembling Coward, there I throw my gage,
[70]
Disclaiming heere the kindred of a King,And lay aside my high bloods Royalty,Which feare, not reuerence makes thee to except.If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength,As to take vp mine Honors pawne, then stoope.
[75]
By that, and all the rites of Knight‑hood else,Will I make good against thee arme to arme,What I haue spoken, or thou canst deuise.Mow.I take it vp, and by that sword I sweare,Which gently laid my Knight‑hood on my shoulder,
[80]
Ile answer thee in any faire degree,Or Chiualrous designe of knightly triall:And when I mount, aliue may I not light,If I be Traitor, or vniustly fight.King.What doth our Cosin lay to
Mowbraies charge
?
[85]
It must be great that can inherite vs,So much as of a thought of ill in him.Bul.Looke what I said, my life shall proue it true,That
Mowbray hath receiu'd eight thousand Nobles,
In
Actus Primus, Scæna Prima.
[Act 1, Scene 1]
Enter King Richard, Iohn of Gaunt, with other Nobles
and Attendants.
King Richard.OLd
Iohn of Gaunt, time‑honoured Lancaster,
Hast thou according to thy oath and bandBrought hither
Henry Herford thy bold son:
Heere to make good yͤ boistrous late appeale,
[5]
Which then our leysure would not let vs heare,Against the Duke of Norfolke,
Thomas Mowbray?
Gaunt.I haue my Liege.King.Tell me moreouer, hast thou sounded him,If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice,
[10]
Or worthily as a good subiect shouldOn some knowne ground of treacherie in him.Gaunt.As neere as I could sift him on that argument,On some apparant danger seene in him,Aym
,'d at your Highnesse, no inueterate malice.
Kin.
[15]
Then call them to our presence face to face,And frowning brow to brow, our selues will heareTh'accuser, and the accused, freely speake;High stomack d are they both, and full of ire,In rage, deafe as the sea; hastie as fire.Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray.Bul.
[20]
Many yeares of happy dayes befallMy gracious Soueraigne, my most louing Liege.Mow.Each day still better others happinesse,Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap,Adde an immortall title to your Crowne.King.
[25]
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 dost thou obiectAgainst the Duke of Norfolke,
Thomas Mowbray?
Bul.
[30]
First, heauen be the record to my speech,In the deuotion of a subiects loue,Tendering the precious safetie of my Prince,And free from other misbegotten hate,Come I appealant to this Princely presence.
[35]
Now
Thomas Mowbray 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 soule answer it in heauen.Thou art a Traitor, and a Miscreant;
[40]
Too good to be so, and too bad to liue,Since the more faire and christall is the skie,The vglier seeme the cloudes that in it flye:Once more, the more to aggrauate the note,With a foule Traitors name stuffe I thy throte,
[45]
And wish (so please my Soueraigne) ere I moue,What my tong speaks, my right drawn sword may proueMow.Let not my cold words heere accuse my zeale:'Tis not the triall of a Womans warre,The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
[50]
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine:The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this.Yet can I not of such tame patience boast,As to be husht, and nought at all to say.First the faire reuerence of your Highnesse curbes mee,
[55]
From giuing reines and spurres to my free speech,Which else would post, vntill it had return'dThese tearmes of treason, doubly downe his throat.Setting aside his high bloods royalty,And let him be no Kinsman to my Liege,
[60]
I do defie him, and I spit at him,Call him a slanderous Coward, and a Villaine:Which to maintaine, I would allow him oddes,And meete him, were I tide to runne afoote,Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes,
[65]
Or any other ground inhabitable,Where euer Englishman durst set his foote.Meane time, let this defend my loyaltie,By all my hopes most falsely doth he lie.Bul.Pale trembling Coward, there I throw my gage,
[70]
Disclaiming heere the kindred of a King,And lay aside my high bloods Royalty,Which feare, not reuerence makes thee to except.If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength,As to take vp mine Honors pawne, then stoope.
[75]
By that, and all the rites of Knight‑hood else,Will I make good against thee arme to arme,What I haue spoken, or thou canst deuise.Mow.I take it vp, and by that sword I sweare,Which gently laid my Knight‑hood on my shoulder,
[80]
Ile answer thee in any faire degree,Or Chiualrous designe of knightly triall:And when I mount, aliue may I not light,If I be Traitor, or vniustly fight.King.What doth our Cosin lay to
Mowbraies charge
?
[85]
It must be great that can inherite vs,So much as of a thought of ill in him.Bul.Looke what I said, my life shall proue it true,That
Mowbray hath receiu'd eight thousand Nobles,
In name of lendings for your Highnesse Soldiers,
[90]
The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments,Like a false Traitor, and iniurious Villaine.Besides I say, and will in battaile proue,Or heere, or elsewhere to the furthest VergeThat euer was suruey'd by English eye,
[95]
That all the Treasons for these eighteene yeeresComplotted, and contriued in this Land,Fetch'd from false
Mowbray their first head and spring.
Further I say, and further will maintaineVpon his bad life, to make all this good.
[100]
That he did plot the Duke of Glousters death,Suggest his soone beleeuing aduersaries,And consequently, like a Traitor Coward,Sluc'd out his innocent soule through streames of blood:Which blood, like sacrificing
Abels cries,
[105]
(Euen from the toonglesse cauernes of the earth)To me for iustice, and rough chasticement: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:
[110]
Thomas of Norfolke, what sayest thou to this?
Mow.Oh let my Soueraigne turne away his face,And bid his eares a little while be deafe,Till I haue told this slander of his blood,How God, and good men, hate so foule a lyar.King.
[115]
Mowbray, impartiall are our eyes and eares,
Were he my brother, nay our kingdomes heyre,As he is but my fathers brothers sonne;Now by my Scepters awe, I make a vow,Such neighbour‑neerenesse to our sacred blood,
[120]
Should nothing priuiledge him, nor partializeThe vn‑stooping firmenesse of my vpright soule.He is our subiect (
Mowbray) so art thou,
Free speech, and fearelesse, I to thee allow.Mow.Then
Bullingbrooke, as low as to thy heart,
[125]
Through the false passage of thy throat; thou lyest:Three parts of that receipt I had for Callice,Disburst I to his Highnesse souldiers;The other part reseru'd I by consent,For that my Soueraigne Liege was in my debt,
[130]
Vpon remainder of a deere Accompt,Since last I went to France to fetch his Queene:Now swallow downe that Lye. For Glousters death,I slew him not; but (to mine owne disgrace)Neglected my sworne duty in that case:
[135]
For you my noble Lord of
Lancaster,
The honourable Father to my foe,Once I did lay an ambush for your life,A trespasse that doth vex my greeued soule:But ere I last receiu'd the Sacrament,
[140]
I did confesse it, and exactly begg'dYour Graces pardon, and I hope I had it.This is my fault: as for the rest appeal'd,It issues from the rancour of a Villaine,A recreant, and most degenerate Traitor,
[145]
Which in my selfe I boldly will defend,And interchangeably hurle downe my gageVpon this ouer‑weening Traitors foote,An ink mark follows the end of this line.To proue my selfe a loyall Gentleman,Euen in the best blood chamber'd in his bosome.An ink mark follows the end of this line.
[150]
In hast whereof, most heartily I prayYour Highnesse to assigne our Triall day.King.Wrath‑kindled Gentlemen be rul'd by me:Let's purge this choller without letting blood:This we prescribe, though no Physition,
[155]
Deepe malice makes too deepe incision.Forget, forgiue, conclude, and be agreed,Our Doctors say, This is no time to bleed.Good Vnckle, let this end where it begun,Wee'l calme the Duke of Norfolke; you, your son.Gaunt.
[160]
To be a make‑peace shall become my age,Throw downe (my sonne) the Duke of Norfolkes gage.King.And Norfolke, throw downe his.Gaunt.When
Harrie when? Obedience bids,
Obedience bids I should not bid agen.King.
[165]
Norfolke, throw downe, we bidde; there is
no boote.
Mow.My selfe I throw (dread Soueraigne) at thy foot.My life thou shalt command, but not my shame,The one my dutie owes, but my faire nameDespight of death, that liues vpon my graue
[170]
To darke dishonours vse, thou shalt not haue.I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffel'd heere,Pierc'd to the soule with slanders venom'd speare:The which no balme can cure, but his heart bloodWhich breath'd this poyson.King.
[175]
Rage must be withstood:Giue me his gage: Lyons make Leopards tame.Mo.Yea but not change his spots: take but my shame,And I resigne my gage. My deere, deere Lord,The purest treasure mortall times afford
[180]
Is spotlesse reputation: that away,Men are but gilded loame, or painted clay.A Iewell in a ten times barr'd vp Chest,Is a bold spirit, in a loyall brest.Mine Honor is my life; both grow in one:
[185]
Take Honor from me, and my life is done.Then (deere my Liege) mine Honor let me trie,In that I liue; and for that will I die.King.Coosin, throw downe your gage,Do you begin.Bul.
[190]
Oh heauen defend my soule from such foule sin.Shall I seeme Crest‑falne in my fathers sight,Or with pale beggar‑feare impeach my hightBefore this out‑dar'd dastard? Ere my toong,Shall wound mine honor with such feeble wrong;
[195]
Or sound so base a parle: my teeth shall teareThe slauish motiue of recanting feare,And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,Where shame doth harbour, euen in
Mowbrayes face.
Exit Gaunt.King.We were not borne to sue, but to command,
[200]
Which since we cannot do to make you friends,Be readie, (as your liues shall answer it)At Couentree, vpon
S.SaintLamberts day:
There shall your swords and Lances arbitrateThe swelling difference of your setled hate:
[205]
Since we cannot attone you, you shall seeIustice designe the Victors Chiualrie.Lord Marshall, command our Officers at Armes,Be readie to direct these home Alarmes.Exeunt.
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<l n="22">Each day still better others happinesse,</l>
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<l n="85">It must be great that can inherite vs,</l>
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<l n="92">Besides I say, and will in battaile proue,</l>
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<l n="100">That he did plot the Duke of Glousters death,</l>
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<l n="104">Which blood, like sacrificing<hi rend="italic">Abels</hi>cries,</l>
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<l n="106">To me for iustice, and rough chasticement:</l>
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<l n="109">How high a pitch his resolution soares:</l>
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<hi rend="italic">Thomas</hi>of Norfolke, what sayest thou to this?</l>
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<l n="111">Oh let my Soueraigne turne away his face,</l>
<l n="112">And bid his eares a little while be deafe,</l>
<l n="113">Till I haue told this slander of his blood,</l>
<l n="114">How God, and good men, hate so foule a lyar.</l>
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<hi rend="italic">Mowbray</hi>, impartiall are our eyes and eares,</l>
<l n="116">Were he my brother, nay our kingdomes heyre,</l>
<l n="117">As he is but my fathers brothers sonne;</l>
<l n="118">Now by my Scepters awe, I make a vow,</l>
<l n="119">Such neighbour‑neerenesse to our sacred blood,</l>
<l n="120">Should nothing priuiledge him, nor partialize</l>
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</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-mow">
<speaker rend="italic">Mow.</speaker>
<l n="124">Then<hi rend="italic">Bullingbrooke</hi>, as low as to thy heart,</l>
<l n="125">Through the false passage of thy throat; thou lyest:</l>
<l n="126">Three parts of that receipt I had for Callice,</l>
<l n="127">Disburst I to his Highnesse souldiers;</l>
<l n="128">The other part reseru'd I by consent,</l>
<l n="129">For that my Soueraigne Liege was in my debt,</l>
<l n="130">Vpon remainder of a deere Accompt,</l>
<l n="131">Since last I went to France to fetch his Queene:</l>
<l n="132">Now swallow downe that Lye. For Glousters death,</l>
<l n="133">I slew him not; but (to mine owne disgrace)</l>
<l n="134">Neglected my sworne duty in that case:</l>
<l n="135">For you my noble Lord of<hi rend="italic">Lancaster</hi>,</l>
<l n="136">The honourable Father to my foe,</l>
<l n="137">Once I did lay an ambush for your life,</l>
<l n="138">A trespasse that doth vex my greeued soule:</l>
<l n="139">But ere I last receiu'd the Sacrament,</l>
<l n="140">I did confesse it, and exactly begg'd</l>
<l n="141">Your Graces pardon, and I hope I had it.</l>
<l n="142">This is my fault: as for the rest appeal'd,</l>
<l n="143">It issues from the rancour of a Villaine,</l>
<l n="144">A recreant, and most degenerate Traitor,</l>
<l n="145">Which in my selfe I boldly will defend,</l>
<l n="146">And interchangeably hurle downe my gage</l>
<l n="147">Vpon this ouer‑weening Traitors foote,</l>
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<l n="148">To proue my selfe a loyall Gentleman,</l>
<l n="149">Euen in the best blood chamber'd in his bosome.</l>
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<l n="150">In hast whereof, most heartily I pray</l>
<l n="151">Your Highnesse to assigne our Triall day.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="152">Wrath‑kindled Gentlemen be rul'd by me:</l>
<l n="153">Let's purge this choller without letting blood:</l>
<l n="154">This we prescribe, though no Physition,</l>
<cb n="2"/>
<l n="155">Deepe malice makes too deepe incision.</l>
<l n="156">Forget, forgiue, conclude, and be agreed,</l>
<l n="157">Our Doctors say, This is no time to bleed.</l>
<l n="158">Good Vnckle, let this end where it begun,</l>
<l n="159">Wee'l calme the Duke of Norfolke; you, your son.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-gau">
<speaker rend="italic">Gaunt.</speaker>
<l n="160">To be a make‑peace shall become my age,</l>
<l n="161">Throw downe (my sonne) the Duke of Norfolkes gage.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="162">And Norfolke, throw downe his.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-gau">
<speaker rend="italic">Gaunt.</speaker>
<l n="163">When<hi rend="italic">Harrie</hi>when? Obedience bids,</l>
<l n="164">Obedience bids I should not bid agen.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="165">Norfolke, throw downe, we bidde; there is
<lb/>no boote.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-mow">
<speaker rend="italic">Mow.</speaker>
<l n="166">My selfe I throw (dread Soueraigne) at thy foot.</l>
<l n="167">My life thou shalt command, but not my shame,</l>
<l n="168">The one my dutie owes, but my faire name</l>
<l n="169">Despight of death, that liues vpon my graue</l>
<l n="170">To darke dishonours vse, thou shalt not haue.</l>
<l n="171">I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffel'd heere,</l>
<l n="172">Pierc'd to the soule with slanders venom'd speare:</l>
<l n="173">The which no balme can cure, but his heart blood</l>
<l n="174">Which breath'd this poyson.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="175">Rage must be withstood:</l>
<l n="176">Giue me his gage: Lyons make Leopards tame.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-mow">
<speaker rend="italic">Mo.</speaker>
<l n="177">Yea but not change his spots: take but my shame,</l>
<l n="178">And I resigne my gage. My deere, deere Lord,</l>
<l n="179">The purest treasure mortall times afford</l>
<l n="180">Is spotlesse reputation: that away,</l>
<l n="181">Men are but gilded loame, or painted clay.</l>
<l n="182">A Iewell in a ten times barr'd vp Chest,</l>
<l n="183">Is a bold spirit, in a loyall brest.</l>
<l n="184">Mine Honor is my life; both grow in one:</l>
<l n="185">Take Honor from me, and my life is done.</l>
<l n="186">Then (deere my Liege) mine Honor let me trie,</l>
<l n="187">In that I liue; and for that will I die.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="188">Coosin, throw downe your gage,</l>
<l n="189">Do you begin.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-r2-bol">
<speaker rend="italic">Bul.</speaker>
<l n="190">Oh heauen defend my soule from such foule sin.</l>
<l n="191">Shall I seeme Crest‑falne in my fathers sight,</l>
<l n="192">Or with pale beggar‑feare impeach my hight</l>
<l n="193">Before this out‑dar'd dastard? Ere my toong,</l>
<l n="194">Shall wound mine honor with such feeble wrong;</l>
<l n="195">Or sound so base a parle: my teeth shall teare</l>
<l n="196">The slauish motiue of recanting feare,</l>
<l n="197">And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace,</l>
<l n="198">Where shame doth harbour, euen in<hi rend="italic">Mowbrayes</hi>face.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Gaunt.</stage>
<sp who="#F-r2-ric">
<speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
<l n="199">We were not borne to sue, but to command,</l>
<l n="200">Which since we cannot do to make you friends,</l>
<l n="201">Be readie, (as your liues shall answer it)</l>
<l n="202">At Couentree, vpon<choice>
<abbr>S.</abbr>
<expan>Saint</expan>
</choice>
<hi rend="italic">Lamberts</hi>day:</l>
<l n="203">There shall your swords and Lances arbitrate</l>
<l n="204">The swelling difference of your setled hate:</l>
<l n="205">Since we cannot attone you, you shall see</l>
<l n="206">Iustice designe the Victors Chiualrie.</l>
<l n="207">Lord Marshall, command our Officers at Armes,</l>
<l n="208">Be readie to direct these home Alarmes.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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