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  • Title: Richard II (Quarto 1, 1597)
  • 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 (Quarto 1, 1597)

    The Tragedie of
    That matkes thee out for hell, I say thou liest,
    1950And wil maintaine what thou hast said is false
    In thy heart bloud, though being all too base
    To staine the temper of my knightly sword.
    Bull. Bagot, forbeare, thou shalt not take it vp.
    Aum. Excepting one, I would he were the best
    1955In all this presence that hath moude me so.
    Fitz. If that thy valure stand on simpathie,
    There is my gage Aumerle, in gage to thine;
    By that faire Sunne which shews me where thou standst,
    I heard thce say, and vauntingly thou spakst it,
    1960That thou wert cause of noble Gloucesters death.
    If thou deniest it twenty times, thou liest,
    And I will turne thy falshoode to thy heart,
    Where it was forged with my rapiers point.
    Aum. Thou darst not (coward) liue to see that day.
    1965Fitz. Now by my soule, I would it were this houre.
    Aum. Fitzwaters, thou art damnd to hell for this.
    L.Per. Aumerle, thou liest, his honour is as true
    In this appeale as thou art all vniust,
    And that thou art so, there I throwe my gage,
    1970To prooue it on thee to the extreamest point
    Of mortall breathing, ceaze it if thou darst.
    Aum. And if I do not, may my hands rot off,
    And neuer brandish more reuengefull steele
    Ouer the glittering helmet of my foe.
    1974.1Another L. I taske the earth to the like (forsworne Aumerle)
    And spurre thee on with full as many lies
    As it may be hollowed in thy treacherous eare
    From sinne to sinne: there is my honors pawne
    1974.5Ingage it to the triall if thou darest.
    Aum. Who sets me else? by heauen Ile throwe at all,
    I haue a thousand spirites in one breast,
    To answer twenty thousand such as you.
    1975Sur. My lord Fitzwater, I do remember well
    The very time (Aumerle) and you did talke.
    Fitz. Tis very true you were in presence then,