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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Catherine Lisak
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Richard II (Quarto 1, 1597)

King Richard the second.
Of you (my noble cousin) Lord Aumarle,
Not sicke although I haue to do with death,
But lusty, yong and cheerely drawing breth:
Loe, as at English feasts so I regreet
365The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.
Oh thou the earthly Authour of my bloud,
Whose youthfull spirite in me regenerate
Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me vp,
To reach at Victory aboue my head:
370Adde proofe vnto mine armour with thy prayers,
And with thy blessings steele my launces point,
That it may enter Mowbraies waxen cote.
And furbish new the name ofIohn a Gaunt,
Euen in the lustie hauiour of his sonne.
375Gaunt. God in thy good cause make thee prosperous,
Be swift like lightning in the execution,
And let thy blowes doubly redoubled,
Fall like amaZing thunder on the caske
Of thy aduerse pernitious enemy,
380Rowze vp thy youthfull bloud, be valiant and liue.
Bul. Mine innocence and saint George to thriue.
Mowb. How euer God or Fortune cast my lot,
There liues or dies true to King Richards throne,
A loyall, iust, and vpright Gentleman:
385Neuer did captiue with a freer heart
Cast off his chaines of bondagee, and embrace
His golden vncontrould enfranchisment,
More than my dauncing soule doth celebrate
This feast of battle with mine aduersarie,
390Most mighty Liege, and my companion Peeres,
Take from my mouth the wish ofhappy yeeres,
As gentle, and as iocund as to iest
Go I to fight, truth hath a quiet brest.
King. Farewell (my Lord) securely I espie,
395Vertue with Valour couched in thine eie,
Order the triall Martiall, and beginne.
Mart. Harry of Herford, Lancaster and Darby,
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