221But since correction lyeth in those hands

222Which made the fault that we cannot correct,

223Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen,

224Who when they see the houres ripe on earth,

225Will raigne hot vengeance on offenders heads.

226Dut. Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre?

227Hath loue in thy old blood no liuing fire?

228Edwards seuen sonnes (whereof thy selfe art one)

229Were as seuen violles of his Sacred blood,

230Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote:

231Some of those seuen are dride by natures course,

232Some of those branches by the destinies cut:

233But Thomas, my deere Lord, my life, my Glouster,

234One Violl full of Edwards Sacred blood,

235One flourishing branch of his most Royall roote

236Is crack'd, and all the precious liquor spilt;

237Is hackt downe, and his summer leafes all vaded

238By Enuies hand, and Murders bloody Axe.

239Ah Gaunt! His blood was thine, that bed, that wombe,

240That mettle, that selfe-mould that fashion'd thee,

241Made him a man: and though thou liu'st, and breath'st,

242Yet art thou slaine in him: thou dost consent

243In some large measure to thy Fathers death,

244In that thou seest thy wretched brother dye,

245Who was the modell of thy Fathers life.

246Call it not patience ( Gaunt) it is dispaire,

247In suffring thus thy brother to be slaughter'd,

248Thou shew'st the naked pathway to thy life,

249Teaching sterne murther how to butcher thee:

250That which in meane men we intitle patience

251Is pale cold cowardice in noble brests:

252What shall I say, to safegard thine owne life,

253The best way is to venge my Glousters death.

254Gaunt. Heauens is the quarrell: for heauens substitute

255His Deputy annointed in his sight,

256Hath caus'd his death, the which if wrongfully

257Let heauen reuenge: for I may neuer lift

258An angry arme against his Minister.

259Dut. Where then (alas may I) complaint my selfe? ?

260Gau. To heauen, the widdowes Champion to defence

261Dut. Why then I will: farewell old Gaunt.

262Thou go'st to Couentrie, there to behold

263Our Cosine Herford, and fell Mowbray fight:

264O sit my husbands wrongs on Herfords speare,

265That it may enter butcher Mowbrayes brest:

266Or if misfortune misse the first carreere,

267Be Mowbrayes sinnes so heauy in his bosome,

268That they may breake his foaming Coursers backe,

269And throw the Rider headlong in the Lists,

270A Caytiffe recreant to my Cosine Herford:

271Farewell old Gaunt, thy sometimes brothers wife

272With her companion Greefe, must end her life.

273Gau. Sister farewell: I must to Couentree,

274As much good stay with thee, as go with mee.

275Dut. Yet one wotd more: Greefe boundeth where it (falls,

276Not with the emptie hollownes, but weight:

277I take my leaue, before I haue begun,

278For sorrow ends not, when it seemeth done.

279Commend me to my brother Edmund Yorke.

280Loe, this is all: nay, yet depart not so,

281Though this be all, do not so quickly go,

282I shall remember more. Bid him, Oh, what?

283With all good speed at Plashie visit mee.

284Alacke, and what shall good old Yorke there see

285But empty lodgings, and vnfurnish'd walles,

286Vn-peopel'd Offices, vntroden stones?

287And what heare there for welcome, but my grones?

288Therefore commend me, let him not come there,

289To seeke out sorrow, that dwels euery where:

290Desolate, desolate will I hence, and dye,

291The last leaue of thee, takes my weeping eye. Exeunt

294Mar. My L. Aumerle, is Harry Herford arm'd.

295Aum. Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in.

296Mar. The Duke of Norfolke, sprightfully and bold,

297Stayes but the summons of the Appealants Trumpet.

298Au. Why then the Champions, are prepar'd, and stay

299For nothing but his Maiesties approach. Flourish.

303Rich. Marshall, demand of yonder Champion

304The cause of his arriuall heere in Armes,

305Aske him his name, and orderly proceed

306To sweare him in the iustice of his cause.

307Mar. In Gods name, and the Kings, say who y^u art,

308And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in Armes?

309Against what man thou com'st, and what's thy quarrell,

310Speake truly on thy knighthood, and thine oath,

311As so defend thee heauen, and thy valour.

312Mow. My name is Tho. Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,

313Who hither comes engaged by my oath

314(Which heauen defend a knight should violate)

315Both to defend my loyalty and truth,

316To God, my King, and his succeeding issue,

317Against the Duke of Herford, that appeales me:

318And by the grace of God, and this mine arme,

319To proue him (in defending of my selfe)

320A Traitor to my God, my King, and me,

321And as I truly fight, defend me heauen.

323Rich. Marshall: Aske yonder Knight in Armes,

324Both who he is, and why he commeth hither,

325Thus placed in habiliments of warre:

326And formerly according to our Law

327Depose him in the iustice of his cause.

328Mar. What is thy name? and wherfore comst y^u hither

329Before King Richard in his Royall Lists?

330Against whom com'st thou? and what's thy quarrell?

331Speake like a true Knight, so defend thee heauen.

332Bul. Harry of Herford, Lancaster, and Derbie,

333Am I: who ready heere do stand in Armes,

334To proue by heauens grace, and my bodies valour,

335In Lists, on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke,

336That he's a Traitor foule, and dangerous,

337To God of heauen, King Richard, and to me,

338And as I truly fight, defend me heauen.

339Mar. On paine of death, no person be so bold,

340Or daring hardie as to touch the Listes,

341Except the Marshall, and such Officers

342Appointed to direct these faire designes.

343Bul. Lord Marshall, let me kisse my Soueraigns hand,

344And bow my knee before his Maiestie:

345For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men,

346That vow a long and weary pilgrimage,

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