138138I slewe him not but to my own disgrace,

139139Neglected my sworne duety in that case:

140140For you my noble Lord of Lancaster,

141141The honourable father to my foe,

142142Once did I lay an ambushe for your life,

143143A trespasse that doth vex my grieued soule:

144144Ah but ere I last receiude the Sacrament,

145145I did confesse it, and exactly begd

146146Your graces pardon, and I hope I had it.

147147This is my fault, as for the rest appeald

148148It issues from the rancour of a villaine,

149149A recreant and most degenerate traitour,

150150Which in my selfe I boldly will defende,

151151And enterchangeably hurle downe my gage

152152Vpon this ouerweening traitors foote,

153153To proue my selfe a loyal Gentleman,

154154Euen in the best bloud chamberd in his bosome,

155155In haste wherof most hartily I pray

156156Your highnes to assigne our triall day.

157157King. Wrath kindled gentleman be ruled by me,

158158Lets purge this choler without letting bloud,

159159This we prescribe though no Phisition,

160160Deepe malice makes too deepe incision,

161161Forget, forgiue, conclude and be agreed,

162162Our doctors say, this is no month to bleede:

163163Good Vnckle let this ende where it begonne,

164164Weele calme the Duke of Norfolke, you your sonne.

165165Gaunt. To be a make-peace shal become my age,

166166Throw downe (my sonne) the Duke of Norfolkes gage.

167167King. And Norfolke throw downe his.

168168Gaunt. When Harry? when obedience bids,

169169Obedience bids I should not bid againe.

170170King. Norfolke throw downe we bid, there is no boote.

172171Mow. My selfe I throw dread soueraigne at thy foote,

173172My life thou shalt command, but not my shame,

174173The one my duety owes, but my faire name

175174Despight of death that liues vpon my graue,