347Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue

348And louing farwell of our seuerall friends.

349Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes,

350And craues to kisse your hand, and take his leaue.

351Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our armes.

352Cosin of Herford, as thy cause is iust,

353So be thy fortune in this Royall fight:

354Farewell, my blood, which if to day thou shead,

355Lament we may, but not reuenge thee dead.

356Bull. Oh let no noble eye prophane a teare

357For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbrayes speare:

358As confident, as is the Falcons flight

359Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight.

360My louing Lord, I take my leaue of you,

361Of you (my Noble Cosin) Lord Aumerle;

362Not sicke, although I haue to do with death,

363But lustie, yong, and cheerely drawing breath.

364Loe, as at English Feasts, so I regreete

365The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.

366Oh thou the earthy author of my blood,

367Whose youthfull spirit in me regenerate,

368Doth with a two-fold rigor lift mee vp

369To reach at victory aboue my head,

370Adde proofe vnto mine Armour with thy prayres,

371And with thy blessings steele my Lances point,

372That it may enter Mowbrayes waxen Coate,

373And furnish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt,

374Euen in the lusty hauiour of his sonne.

375Gaunt. Heauen in thy good cause make thee prosp'rous

376Be swift like lightning in the execution,

377And let thy blowes doubly redoubled,

378Fall like amazing thunder on the Caske

379Of thy amaz'd pernicious enemy.

380Rouze vp thy youthfull blood, be valiant, and liue.

381Bul. Mine innocence, and S. George to thriue.

382Mow. How euer heauen or fortune cast my lot,

383There liues, or dies, true to Kings Richards Throne,

384A loyall, iust, and vpright Gentleman:

385Neuer did Captiue with a freer heart,

386Cast off his chaines of bondage, and embrace

387His golden vncontroul'd enfranchisement,

388More then my dancing soule doth celebrate

389This Feast of Battell, with mine Aduersarie

390Most mighty Liege, and my companion Peeres,

391Take from my mouth, the wish of happy yeares,

392As gentle, and as iocond, as to iest,

393Go I to fight: Truth, hath a quiet brest.

394Rich. Farewell, my Lord, securely I espy

395Vertue with Valour, couched in thine eye:

396Order the triall Marshall, and begin.

397Mar. Harrie of Herford, Lancaster, and Derby,

398Receiue thy Launce, and heauen defend thy right.

399Bul. Strong as a towre in hope, I cry Amen.

400Mar. Go beare this Lance to Thomas D. of Norfolke.

4011. Har. Harry of Herford, Lancaster, and Derbie,

402Stands heere for God, his Soueraigne, and himselfe,

403On paine to be found false, and recreant,

404To proue the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Mowbray,

405A Traitor to his God, his King, and him,

406And dares him to set forwards to the fight.

4072. Har. Here standeth Tho: Mowbray Duke of Norfolk

408On paine to be found false and recreant,

409Both to defend himselfe, and to approue

410Henry of Herford, Lancaster, and Derby,

411To God, his Soueraigne, and to him disloyall:

412Couragiously, and with a free desire

413Attending but the signall to begin. A charge sounded

414Mar. Sound Trumpets, and set forward Combatants:

415Stay, the King hath throwne his Warder downe.

416Rich. Let them lay by their Helmets & their Speares,

417And both returne backe to their Chaires againe:

418Withdraw with vs, and let the Trumpets sound,

419While we returne these Dukes what we decree.

421Draw neere and list

422What with our Councell we haue done.

423For that our kingdomes earth should not be soyld

424With that deere blood which it hath fostered,

425And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect

426Of ciuill wounds plowgh'd vp with neighbors swords,

427Which so rouz'd vp with boystrous vntun'd drummes,

428With harsh resounding Trumpets dreadfull bray,

429And grating shocke of wrathfull yron Armes,

430Might from our quiet Confines fright faire peace,

431And make vs wade euen in our kindreds blood:

432Therefore, we banish you our Territories.

433You Cosin Herford, vpon paine of death,

434Till twice fiue Summers haue enrich'd our fields,

435Shall not regreet our faire dominions,

436But treade the stranger pathes of banishment.

437Bul. Your will be done: This must my comfort be,

438That Sun that warmes you heere, shall shine on me:

439And those his golden beames to you heere lent,

440Shall point on me, and gild my banishment.

441Rich. Norfolke: for thee remaines a heauier dombe,

442Which I with some vnwillingnesse pronounce,

443The slye slow houres shall not determinate

444The datelesse limit of thy deere exile:

445The hopelesse word, of Neuer to returne,

446Breath I against thee, vpon paine of life.

447Mow. A heauy sentence, my most Soueraigne Liege,

448And all vnlook'd for from your Highnesse mouth:

449A deerer merit, not so deepe a maime,

450As to be cast forth in the common ayre

451Haue I deserued at your Highnesse hands.

452The Language I haue learn'd these forty yeares

453(My natiue English) now I must forgo,

454And now my tongues vse is to me no more,

455Then an vnstringed Vyall, or a Harpe,

456Or like a cunning Instrument cas'd vp,

457Or being open, put into his hands

458That knowes no touch to tune the harmony.

459Within my mouth you haue engaol'd my tongue,

460Doubly percullist with my teeth and lippes,

461And dull, vnfeeling, barren ignorance,

462Is made my Gaoler to attend on me:

463I am too old to fawne vpon a Nurse,

464Too farre in yeeres to be a pupill now:

465What is thy sentence then, but speechlesse death,

466Which robs my tongue from breathing natiue breath?

467Rich, It boots thee not to be compassionate,

468After our sentence, plaining comes too late.

469Mow. Then thus I turne me from my countries light

470To dwell in solemne shades of endlesse night.

471Ric. Returne againe, and take an oath with thee,

472Lay on our Royall sword, your banisht hands;

473Sweare by the duty that you owe to heauen

474(Our part therein we banish with your selues)

475To keepe the Oath that we administer:

476You ueuer shall (so helpe you Truth, and Heauen)

477Embrace each others loue in banishment,

478Nor euer looke vpon each others face,