2727Mowb. Each day
still better others happines,
2828Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap,
2929Adde an immortall title to your Crowne.
3030King. We thanke you both, yet one but
flatters vs,
3131As well appeareth by the cau
se you come,
3232Namely to appeale each other of high trea
son:
3333Coo
sin of Herford, what do
st thou obie
ct 3434Again
st the Duke of Nor
ffolke Thomas Mowbray
? 3535Bull. Fir
st, heauen be the record to my
speech,
3636In the deuotion of a
subie
cts loue,
3737Tendring the pretious
safetie of my Prince,
3838And free from other misbegotten hate,
3939Come I appellant to this princely pre
sence
. 4040Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee,
4141And marke my greeting well: for what I
speake
4242My body
shall make good vpon this earth,
4343Or my diuine
soule an
swer it in heauen:
4444Thou art a traitour and a mi
screant,
4545Too good to be
so, and too bad to liue,
4646Since the more faire and cri
stall is the skie,
4747The vglier
seeme the cloudes that in it
flie
: 4848Once more, the more to aggrauate the note,
4949With a foule traitors name
stu
ffe I thy throte,
5050And wi
sh (
so plea
se my Soueraigne) ere I moue,
5151What my tong
speaks, my right drawen
sword may proue.
5252Mow. Let not my cold wordes here accu
se my zeale,
5353Tis not the triall of a womans warre,
5454The bitter clamour of two eger tongues
5555Can arbitrate this cau
se betwixt vs twaine,
5656The bloud is hote that mu
st be coold for this,
5757Yet can I not of
such tame patience boa
st,
5858As to be hui
sht, and naught at all to
say
. 5959Fir
st the faire reuerence of your Highne
sse curbs me,
6060From giuing reines and
spurres to my free
speech,
6161Which el
se would po
st vntill it had returnd,
6262The
se termes of trea
son doubled downe his throat:
6363Setting a
side his high blouds royaltie,
And