ear.

I'll tell thee, Hubert, half my power this night, And all the shrouds, wherewith my life should seil, Passing these flats, are taken by the tide,

Are turned to one thread, one little hair : These Lincoln washes have devoured them; My heart hath one poor string to stay it by, Myself, well-mounted, hardly have escap'd. Which holds but till thy news be utter'd : Away, before ! conduct me to the king;

And then all this thou see'st is but a clod, I doubt, he will be dead, or ere I come. (Ererint. And module of confounded royalty. scene VII.- The Orchard of Swinstead-Abbey. Where, beaven he knows, how we shall answer

Bast. The dauphin is preparing hitherward; Enter PRINCE HENRY, SALISBURY, and Bigot.

him : P Hen. It is too late ; the life of all his blood For, in a night, the best part of my power, Is touch'd corruptibly; and his pure brain

As I upon advantage did remove, (Which some suppose the soul's frail dwelling-house,) Were in the washes, all unwarily, Doth, by the idle comments that it makes,

Devour'd by the unexpected flood. Foretell the ending of mortality.

(The King dies Enter PEMBROKE.

Sal. You breathe these dead news in as dead an Pem. His highness yet doth speak; and holds belief,

My liege! may lord !-But now a king,—now thus. That, being brought into the open air,

P. Hen. Even so must I run on, and even so It would allay the burning quality

stop. Of that fell poison which assaileth him. (here.- What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,

P. Hen. Let him be brought into the orchard When this was now a king, and now is clay! Doth he still rage ?

(Erit Bigot. Bast. Art thou gone so ? I do but stay behind, Pem. He is more patient

To do the office for thee of revenge; Than when you left him; even now he sung. And then my soul shall wait on thee to heaven,

P. Hen. O vanity of sickness ! fierce extremes, As it on earth hath been thy servant still.In their continuance, will not feel themselves. Now, now, you stars, that move in your right Death, having prey'd upon the outward parts,

spheres,

(faiths; Leaves them insensible; and his siege is now Where be your powers ? Show now your mended Against the mind, the which he pricks and wounds And instantly return with me again, With many legions of strange fantasies;

To push destruction, and perpetual shame, Which, in their throng and press to that last hold, Out of the weak door of our fainting land : Confound themselves. 'Tis strange that death Straight let us seek, or straight we shall be sought; should sing.

The dauphin rages at our very heels. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,

Sal. It seems, you know not then so much as we : Who chants a doleful hyınn to his own death; The cardinal Pandulph is within at rest, And, from the organ-pipe of frailty, sings

Who half an hour since came from the dauphin ; His soul and body to their lasting rest.

And brings from him such offers of our peace
Sal. Be of good comfort, prince ; for you are born As we with honour and respect may take,
To set a form upon that indigest,

With purpose presently to leave this war.
Which he hath left so shapeless and so rude.

Basi. He will the rather do it, when he sees
Re-enter Bigor and Attendants, who bring in

Ourselves well sinewed to our defence.
KING JOHN, in a chair.

Sal. Nay, it is in a manner done already ;

For many carriages he hath despatch'd K. John. Ay, marry, now my soul hath elbow- To the seaside, and put his cause and quarrel room;

To the disposing of the cardinal, It would not out at windows, nor at doors.

With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, There is so hot a summer in my bosom,

If you think meet, this afternoon will post That all my bowels crumble up to dust :

To consummate this business happily. I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen

Bast. Let it be so :And you, my noble prince, Upon a parchment; and against this fire

With other princes that may best be spar’d, Do I shrink up.

Shall wait upon your father's funeral. P. Hen.

How fares your majesty ? P. Hen. At Worcester must his body be interr'd; K. John. Poison'd, -ill fare; dead, forsook, For so he willd it. cast off ;

Bast.

Thither shall it then. And none of you will bid the winter come, And happily may your sweet self put on To thrust his icy fingers in my maw;

The lineal state arid glory of the land ! Nor let my kingdom's rivers take their course To whom, with all submission, on my knee, Through my burn'd bosoin ; nor entreat the north I do bequeath my faithful services To make his bleak winds kiss my parched lips, And true subjection everlastingly. And comfort me with cold:-I do not ask you Sal. And the like tender of our love we make, much,

To rest without a spot for evermore. (thanks, I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait,

P. Hen. I have a kind soul, tha t would give you And so ingrateful, you deny me that.

And knows not how to do it, but with tears. P. Hen. O, that there were some virtue in my tears, Bast. 0, let us pay the time but needful woe, That might relieve you!

Since it hath been beforehand with our griefs.K. John.

The sait in them is hot. This England never did, (nor never shall,) Within me is a hell; and there the poison

Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, Is, as a fiend, confin'd to tyrannize

But when it first did help to wound itself. On unreprievable condemned blood.

Now these her princes are come home again, Bast. O, I am scalded with my violent motion, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And spleen of speed to see your majesty.

And we shall shock them: Nougbt shall make us K. John. O cousin, thou art come to set mine eye: 1

rue, be tackle of my heart is crack'd and burn'd; If England to itself do rest but true. (Ereuni.

THE LIFE AND DEATH OF

KING RICHARD II.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

If he appeal the duke on ancient malice,

Or worthily as a good subject should, KING RICHARD THE SECOND.

On some known ground of treachery in him ? EDMUND OF LANGLEY, Duke of York; uncles to Gaunt. As near I could sift him on that argument, JOHN OP GAUNT, Duke of Lancaster; the King. On some apparent danger seen in him, HENRY, surnamed BOLINGBROKE, Duke of Here- Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice,

ford, son to John of Gaunt; afterwards King K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face Henry IV.

to face, DUKE OF AUMERLE, son to the Duke of York. And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear MOWBRAY, Duke of Norfolk

The accuser and the accused, freely speak :DCKE OF SURREY.

[Ereunt some Attendants. EARL OF SALISBURY.

High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,
EARL BERKELEY.

In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
Bushy,
BAGOT,

Re-enter Attendants, with BOLING Y ROKE and creatures to King Richard.

Norfolk.
GREEN,
Earl op NORTHUMBERLAND.

Boling. Many years of happy days befal
HENRY PERCY, his son.

My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege ! LORD Ross.

Nor. Each day still better other's happiness; LORD WILLOUGHBY.

Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, LORD FitzWATER.

Add an immortal title to your crown! [us, BISHOP OP CARLISLE.

K Rich. We thank you both: yet one but flatters ABBOT OP WESTMINSTER.

As well appeareth by the cause you come; Lord Marshal; and another Lord.

Namely, to appeal each other of high treason.SiR PIERCE OF EXTON.

Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou ohject SIR STEPHEN SCROOP.

Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ? Captain of a band of Welchmon.

Boling. First, (heaven be he record to my

speech!) QUEEN to King Richard.

In the devotion of a subject's love, DUCHESS OF GLO'STER,

Tendering the precious safety of my prince, DUCHESS OF YORK.

And free from other misbegotten hate, Lady attending on the Queen.

Come I appellant to this princely presence.

Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, Lords, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Two Gardeners, And mark my greeting well; for what I speak, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants. My body shall make good upon this earth,

Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.
SCENE,--dispersedly in ENGLAND and WALES. Thou art a traitor, and a miscreant;

Too good to be so, and too bad to live;
Since, the more fair and crystal is the sky,

The uglier seems the clouds that in it fly.
ACT I.

Once more, the more to aggravate the note,

With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat; SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace.

And wish (so please my sovereign), ere I move,

What my tongue speaks, my right-drawn sword Enter KING RICHARD, attended; John or GAUNT,

may prove. and other Nobles, with him.

Nor. Let not my cold words here accuse my zcal: I. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lan. 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, caster,

The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band,

Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son; The blood is hot, that must be cool'd for this, Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, As to be hush'd, and nought at all to say: Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray. First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me Gaunt. I have, my liege.

(him. From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; R. hicr. Tell me, moreover, nast thou sounded Which else would post, until it had return'd

These terms of treason doubled down his throat. For that my sovereign liege was in my debt,
Setting aside his high blood's royalty,

Upon remainder of a dear account,
And let him be no kinsman to my liege,

Since last I went to France to fetch his queen : I do defy him, and I spit at him;

Now swallow down that lie. -For Glo'ster's Call him—a slanderous coward, and a villain :

death, Which to maintain, I would allow him odds; I slew him not; but, to my own disgrace, And meet him, were I tied to run a-foot

Neglected my sworn duty in that case Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps,

For you, my noble lord of Lancaster, Or any other ground inhabitable

The honourable father to my foe, Wherever Englishman durst set his foot.

Once did I lay in ambush for your life, Mean time, let this defend my loyalty,–

A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul : By all my hopes, most falsely doth be lie. Igage, But, ere I last receiv'd the sacrament,

Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw my I did confess it; and exactly beggd Disclaiming here the kindred of the king;

Your grace's pardon, and, I hope, I had it
And lay aside my high blood's royalty,

'This is my fault: As for the rest appeal'd,
Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except: It issues from the rancour of a villain,
If guilty dread hath left thee so much strength, A recreant and most degenerate traitor :
As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop; Which in myself I boldly will defend ;
By that, and all the rights of knighthood else, And interchangcably hurl down my gage
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, Upon this overweening traitor's foot,
What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise. To prove myself a loyal gentleman

Nor. I take it up; and by that sword I swear, Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom.
Which gently lay'd my knighthood on my shoulder, In haste whereof, most heartily I pray
P'll answer thee in any fair degree,

Your highness to assign our trial day. (me; Or chivalrous design of knightly trial :

K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be rul'd by And, when I mount, alive may I not light,

Let's purge this choler without letting blood : If I be traitor, or unjustly fight! (charge? This we prescribe, though no physician;

K. Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's Deep malice makes too deep incision : It must be great, that can inherit us

Forget, forgive; conclude, and be agreed; So much as of a thought of ill in him. (true ;- Our doctors say, this is no time to bleed.

Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove it Good uncle, let this end where it begun; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles, We'll calm the duke of Norfolk, you your son. In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers, Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments,

age : Like a false traitor, and injurious villain.

Throw down, my son, the duke of Norfolk's gage. Besides I say, and will in battle prove,

K. Rich. And, Norfolk, throw down his. Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge

Gaunt.

When, Harry? when ? That ever was survey'd by English eye,

Obedience bids, I should not bid again. [no boot : That all the treasons, for these eighteen years K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down; we bid; there is Complotted and contrived in this

land,

Nor. Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.

foot: Further I say,--and further will maintain

My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: Upon his bad life, to make all this good, The one my duty owes; but my fair name, That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death; (Despite of death, that lives upon my grave,) Suggest his soon-believing adversaries;

To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. And, consequently, like a traitor coward, [blood; I am disgrac’d, impeach’d, and baffled nere Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of Pierc'd to the soul with slander's venom'd spear Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,

The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blooa Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, Which breath'd this poison. To me, for justice, and rough chastisement;

K. Rich.

Rage must be withstood : And, by the glorious worth of my descent,

Give me his gage :-Lions make leopards tame. This arm shall do it, or this life be spent.

Nor. Yea, but not change their spots : take but K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution soars!

my shame, Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this ? And I resign my gage. My dear, dear lord,

Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face, The purest treasure mortal times afford, And bid his ears a little while be deaf,

Is-spotless reputation; that away, Till I have told this slander of his blood,

Men are but gilded loam, or painted clay.
How God, and good men, hate so foul a liar. A jewel in a ten-times barr'd-up chest

K.Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears: Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir, Mine honour is my lise; both grow in one;
(As he is but my father's brother's son,)

Take honour from me, and my life is done :
Now by my sceptre's awe I make a vow,

Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;
Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood In that I live, and for that will I die.
Should nothing privilege him, por partialize

K. Rich. Cousin, throw down your gage; do you The unstooping firmness of my upright soul;

begin.

(sin He is our subject, Mewbray, so art thou;

Boling. 0, God defend my soul from such fuu Free speech and fearless, I to thee allow.

Shall I seem crest fallen in my father's sight ? Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest ! Before this outdar'd dastard ? Ere my tongue Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong, Disbursd I duly to his highness' soldiers

Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall vea. The other part reserv'd I by consent;

The slavish motive of recantins far:

And spit it bleeding, in his high disgrace,

And throw the rider headlong in the lists, Where shame d'th harbour, even in Mowbray's face A catiff recreant to my cousin Hereford !

(Erit GAUNT. Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometimes brother's wife, K. Rich. We were not born to sue, but to com. With her companion grief must end her life. mand:

Gaunt. Sister, farewell · I must to Coventry: Which since we cannot do to make you friends, As much good stay with thee, as go with me! Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,

Duch. Yet one word more;-Grief boundetha At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day;

where it falls,
There shall your swords and lances arbitrate Not with the empty hollowness, but weight;
The swelling difference of your settled hate ; I take my leave before I have begun;
Since we cannot atone you, we shall see

For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done.
Justice design the victor's chivalry.-

Commend me to my brother, Edmund York. Marshal, command our officers at arms

Lo, this is all :-Nay, yet depart not so;
Be ready to direct these home-alarms. (Exeunt. Though this be all, do not so quickly go;
SCENE 11.—The same. A Room in the Duke of With all good speed at Plashy visit me.

I shall remember more. Bid him-0, what?
Lancaster's Palace.

Alack, and what shall good old York there see,
Enter GAUNT, and DUCHESS OF GLOSTER. But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls,
Gaunt. Alas! the part I had in Gloster's blood Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones ?
Doth more solicit me, than your exclaims,

And what cheer there for welcome, but my groans ? To stir against the butchers of his life.

Therefore commend me; let him not come there, But since correction lieth in those hands,

To seek out sorrow that dwells every where : Which made the fault that we cannot correct, Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die; Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven ;

The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. Who, when he sees the hours ripe on earth,

[Ereunt Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.

SCENE III.-Gosford Green, near Coventry. Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? Lists set out, and a Throne. Heralds, 8c. attending Hath love in thy old blood no living fire ? Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,

Enter the Lord Marshal and AUMERLE. Were as seven phials of his sacred blood,

Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Herefor Or seven fair branches springing from one root:

arm'd ? Some of those seven are dried by nature's course, Aum. Yea, at all points ; and longs to enter in. Some of those branches by the destinies cut: Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, But Thomas, my dear lord, my life, my Gloster, - Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. One phial full of Edward's sacred blood,

Aum. Why then, the champions are prepar'd and One fourishing branch of his most royal root, —

stay Is crack’d, and

all the precious liquor spilt; For nothing but his majesty's approach. Is hack'd down, and his summer leaves all faded,

Flourish of Trumpets. Enter KING RICHARD, who By envy's hand, and murder's bloody axe. (womb,

takes his seat on his throne ; GAUNT, and several Ah, Gaunt! his blood was thine; that bed, that

Noblemen, who take their places. A trumpet is That mettle, that self-mould, that fasbion'd thee,

sounded, and answered by another trumpet uithin. Made him a man; and though thou liv'st, and Then enter NORFOLK, in armour, preceded by a breath'st,

Herald.
Yet art thou slain in him: thou dost consent
In some large measure to thy father's death,

K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion

The cause of his arrival here in arms :
In that thou seest thy wretched brother die,
Who was the model of thy father's life.

Ask him his name; and orderly proceed
Call it not patience, Gaunt, it is despair :

To swear him in the justice of his cause. (thou art, In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd,

Mar. In God's name, and the king's, say wno Thou show'st the naked pathway to thy iife,

And why thou com'st, thus knightly clad in arms : Teaching stern murder how to butcher thee:

Against what man thou com’st, and what thy quarrel : That which in mean men we entitle-patience,

Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath; Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

And so defend thee, heaven, and thy valour! What shall I say? to safeguard thine own life,

Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of

Norfolk; The best way is to 'venge my Gloster's death. Gaunt, Heaven's is the quarrel ; for heaven's (Which, heaven defend, a knight should violate !)

Who hither came, engaged by my oath, substitute, His deputy anointed in his sight,

Both to defend my loyalty and truth, Hath caus’d his death: the which if wrongfully,

To God, my king, and my succeeding issue,

Against the duke of Hereford that appeals me; Let heaven revenge; for I may never lift

And, by the grace of God, and this mine arm,
An angry arm against his minister.
Duch. Where then, alas! may I complain myself? A traitor to my God, my king, and me:

To prove him, in defending of myself,
Gaunt. To heaven, the widow's champion and
defence.

And, as I truly fight, defend me, heaven! Duch. Why, then, I will. Farewell, old Gaunt.

(He takes his seat Thou go'st to Coventry, there to behold

Trumpet sounds. Enter BOLINGBROKE, in armour Our cousin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight:

preceded by a Herald.
O, sit my husband's wrongs on Hereford's spear, K. Rich. Marshal, ask yonder knight in arms,
T'hat it may enter butcher Mowbray's breast ! Both who he is, and why he cometh hither,
Or, if misfortune miss the first career,

Thus plated in habiliments of war;
Be Mowbray's sins so heavy in his bosom, And formally according to our law
That they may break his foaming courser's back, Depnse him in the justice of his cause.

arms.

their spears,

of you;

Mar. What is thy name ? and wherefore com’st | Go I to fight; Truth hath a quiet breast. thou hither,

K. Rich. Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Before King Richard, in his royal lists ?

Virtue with valour couched in thine eye.-
Against whom comest thou ? and what's thy quarrel? Order the trial, marshal, and begin.
Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!

[The King and the Lords return to their seate, Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Am I ; who ready here do stand in arms,

Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! To prove, by heaven's grace, and my body's valour, Boling. (Risiny.] Strong as a tower in hope, I In liste, on Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk,

cry-amen. That he's a traitor, foul and dangerous,

Mar. Go bear this lance [to an Officer ) to Tho. To God of heaven, King Richard, and to me;

mas, duke of Norfolk. And, as I truly fight, defend me heaven!

1 Her. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derhy Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, Stands here for God, his sovereign, and himself, Or daring-hardy, as to touch the lists;

On pain to be found false and recreant, Except the marshal, and such officers

To prove the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, Appointed to direct these fair designs. [hand, A traitor to his God, his king, and him,

Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's And dares him to set forward to the fight.
And bow my knee before his majesty:

2 Her. Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, duke For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men

of Norfolk, That vow a long and weary pilgrimage;

On pain to be found false and recreant,
Then let us take a ceremonious leave,

Both to defend himself, and to approve
And loving farewell, of our several friends. [ness, Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby,

Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your high- To God, his sovereign, and to him, disloyal;
And craves to kiss your hand, and take his leave. Courageously, and with a free desire,
K. Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our Attending but the signal to begin.

Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, com. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right,

bants

[A charge sounded. So be thy fortune in this royal fight!

Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down. Farewell, my blood; which it to-day thou shed, K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead.

Boling. O, let no noble eye profane a tear And both return back to their chairs again :For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear; Withdraw with us :--and let the trumpets sound, As confident, as is the falcon's flight

While we return these dukes what we decree. Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.

(A long flourish. My loving lord (to Lord Marshals I take-my leave Draw near,

[To the Combatanis.

And list, what with our council we have done. of you, my noble cousin lord Aumerle :

For that our kingdom's earth should not be soild Not sick, although I have to do with death; With that dear blood which it hath foster'd; But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath.- And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect (swords ; Lo, as at English feasts, so I regreet

Of civil wounds, ploughed up with neighbours' The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet: [And for we think the eagle-winged pride O thor, the earthly author of my blood, –

Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,

(To GAUNT. With rival-bating envy, set you on Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate,

To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up

Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;] To reach at victory above my head,

Which so rous'd up with boisterous untun'd drums, Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers ; With harsh resounding trumpets' dreadful bray, And with thy blessings steal my lance's point, And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat,

Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace, And furbish new the name of John of Gaunt, And make us wade even in our kindred's blood ;Even in the lusty 'haviour of his son.

Therefore, we banish you our territories :Gaunt. Heaven in thy good cause make thee You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of death, prosperous !

Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields, Be swift like lightning in the execution;

Shall not regreet our fair dominions, And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,

But tread the stranger paths of banishment. [be,Fall like amazing thunder on the casque

Boling. Your will be done: This must my comfort Of thy adverse pernicious enemy:

That sun, that warms you here, shall shine on me; Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live. And those his golden beams, to you here lent, Boling. Mine innocency, and Saint George to Shall point on me, and gild my banishment. [doom. thrive.

(He takes his seat. K. Rich. Norfolk, for thee remains a heavier Nor. (Rising.) However heaven, or fortune, cast Which I with some unwillingness pronounce:

The fly-slow hours shall not determinate
There lives, or dies, true to king Richard's throne, The dateless limit of thy dear exile ;-
A loyal, just, and upright gentleman:

The hopeless word of_never to return,
Never did captive with a freer heart

Breathe I against thee, upon pain of life. Cast off his chains of bondage, and embrace

Nor. A heavy sentence, my most sovereiga liege His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement,

And all unlook'd for from your highness' mouth More than my dancing soul doth celebrate

A dearer merit, not so deep a maim This feast of battle with mine adversary.

As to be cast forth in the common air, Most mighty liege,-and my companion peers,— Have I deserved at your highness' hand. Take from my mouth the wisb of happy years: The language I have learn'd these forty ye us As gentle and as jocund, as to jest,

My native English, now I must forego ;

my lot,