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  • Title: Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Catherine Lisak
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-436-3

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Catherine Lisak
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    Richard II (Folio 1, 1623)


    The life and death of King Richard
    the Second.

    1Actus Primus, Scaena Prima.

    Enter King Richard, Iohn of Gaunt, with other Nobles
    and Attendants.

    King Richard.
    5OLd Iohn of Gaunt, time honoured Lancaster,
    Hast thou according to thy oath and band
    Brought hither Henry Herford thy bold son:
    Heere to make good ye boistrous late appeale,
    Which then our leysure would not let vs heare,
    10Against 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,
    Or worthily as a good subiect should
    15On 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. Then call them to our presence face to face,
    20And frowning brow to brow, our selues will heare
    Th' accuser, and the accused, freely speake;
    High stomackd are they both, and full of ire,
    In rage, deafe as the sea; hastie as fire.

    Enter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray.
    25Bul. Many yeares of happy dayes befall
    My 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.
    30King. 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 obiect
    Against the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Mowbray?
    35Bul. 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 rhis Princely presence.
    40Now 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;
    45Too 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,
    50And wish (so please my Soueraigne) ere I moue,
    What my tong speaks, my right drawn sword may proue
    Mow. Let not my cold words heere accuse my zeale:
    'Tis not the triall of a Womans warre,
    The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
    55Can arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine:
    The blood is hot that must be cooI'dfor 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,
    60From giuing reines and spurres to my free speech,
    Which else would post, vntill it had return'd
    These tearmes of treason, doubly downe his throat.
    Setting aside his high bloods royalty,
    And let him be no Kinsman to my Liege,
    65I 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,
    70Or 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,
    75Disclaiming 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.
    80By 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,
    85lIe 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?
    90It 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,