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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
cause_n	according_a	justice_n	law_n	1,616	5	4.3920	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11994	The tragedie of King Richard the second As it hath beene publikely acted by the right Honourable the Lorde Chamberlaine his Seruants.; King Richard II	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1597 (1597)	STC 22307; ESTC S111135	43,360	75

Knight shou●d violate Both to defend my loyalty and t●uth To God my King and my succeeding ●s●ue Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me And by the grace of God and this m●ne a●me To proue him in defending of my selfe A traitour to my God my King and me And as I truely fight defend me heauen The trumpets sound Enter Duke of Hereford appellant in armour King Marshall aske yonder Knight in armes Both who he is and why he commeth hither Thus plated in habiliments of warre And formally according to our lawe Depose him in the iustice of his cause Mar. What is thy name and wherfore comst thou hither Before king Richard in his royall lists Against whom comes thou and whats thy quarrell Speake like a true Kn●ght so defend thee heauen Bul. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Darbie Am I who ready here do stand in Armes To proue by Gods grace and my bodies valour In lists on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norffolke That he is a traitour foule and dangerous To God of heauen king Richard and to me And as I truely fight defend me heauen Mar. On paine of death no person be so bold Or daring hardy as to touch the listes Except the Martiall and such officers Appoynted to direct these faire designes Bul. Lord Martiall let me kisse my Souereig●es hand And bow my knee before his Maiestie For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men That vow a long and wearie pilgrimage Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue And louing fare well of our seuerall friends Mar. The appellant in all duety greetes your Highnes And c●aues to kisse your hand and take his leaue King We will descend and fold him in our armes Coosin of Herford as thy cause is right So be thy fortune in this royall fight Farewell my bloud which if to day thou shead Lament we may but not reuenge the dead Bul. O let no n●ble eie prophane a teare For me if I be go●de with Mowbraies speare As confident as is the Falcons flight Against a bird do I with Mowbray fight My l●uing Lord I take my leaue of yo● Of you my noble cousin Lord Aumarle Not sicke although I haue to do with death But lusty yong and cheerely drawing breth Loe as at English feasts so I regreet The daintiest last to make the end most sweet Oh thou the earthly Authour of my bloud Whose youthfull spirite in me regenerate Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me vp To reach at Victory aboue my head Adde proofe vnto mine armour with thy prayers And with thy blessings steele my launces point That it may enter Mowbraies w●xen cote And furbish new the name of Iohn a Gaunt Euen in the lustie hauiour of his sonne Gaunt God in thy good cause make thee prosperous Be swift like lightning in the execution And let thy blowes doubly redoubled Fall like amazing thunder on the caske Of thy adue●se pernitious enemy Rowze vp thy youthfull bloud be valiant and liue Bul. Mine innocence and saint George to thriue Mowb. How euer God or Fortune cast my lot There liues or dies true to King Richards thron● A loyall iust and vpright Gentleman Neuer did captiue with a freer heart Cast off his chaines of bondage and embrace His golden vncontrould enfranchisment More than my dauncing soule doth celebrate This feast of battle with mine aduersarie Most mighty Liege and my companion Peeres Take from my mouth the wish of happy yeeres As gentle and as iocund as to iest Go I to fight truth hath a quiet bre●t King Farewell my Lord securely I espie Vertue with Val●ur couched in thine eie Order the triall Martiall and beginne Mart. Harry of Herford Lancaster and Darby Receiue thy launce and God defend the right Bul. Strong as a tower in hope I cry Amen Mart. Go beare this lance to Thomas Duke of Norfolke Herald Harry of Herford Lancaster and Da●by Stands here for God his soueraigne and himselfe On paine to be found false and recreant To proue the Duke of Norfolke Thomas M●wbray A traitor to his God his king and him And dares him to set forward to the fight Herald 2 Here standeth Thomas Mowbray D of Norfolk On paine to be found false and recreant Both to defend himselfe and to approue Henry of Hereford Lancaster and Darby To God his soueraigne and to him disloyall Couragiously and with a free desire Attending but the ●ignall to beginne Mart. Sound trumpets and set forward Combatants Stay the king hath throwen his warder downe King Let them lay by their helmets and their speares And both returne backe to their chaires againe Withdraw with vs and let the trumpets sound While we returne these dukes what we decree Draw neere and list What with our counsell we haue done For that our kingdomes earth shou●d not be soild With that deare bloud which it hath ●ostered And for our eies do hate the 〈◊〉 aspect Of ciuill wounds plowd vp with neighbours sword And for we thinke the Egle-winged pride Of skie-aspiring and ambitious thoughts With riuall-hating 〈◊〉 set on you To wake our peace which in our Countries ●rad●e Drawes the sweet infant ●reath of gentle sleepe Which so ro●zde vp with boistrous vntunde drummes With harsh resounding trumpets dreadfull bray And grating shocke of wrathfully on armes Might from our qu●et confines f●ight faire Peace And make vs wade euen in our kinreds bloud Therefore we banish you our territories You cousin Hereford vpon paine of life Til twice fiue summers haue enricht our fields Shall not regreete our faire dominions But treade the stranger paths of banishment Bul. Your will be done this must my comfort be That Sunne that warmes you here shall shine on me And those his golden beames to you heere lent Shall point on me and guilde my banishment King Norfolke for thee remaines a heauier doome Which I with some vnwillingnesse pronounce The she slow houres shall not determinate The datelesse limite of thy deere exile The hoplesse word of neuer to returne Breathe I against thee vpon paine of life Mowb. A beauy sentence my most soueraigne Liege And all vnlookt for from your Highnesse mouth A deerer merit not so deepe a maime As to be cast fo●th in the common ayre Haue I deserued at your Highnesse hands The language I haue learnt these forty yeeres My natiue English now I must forgo And now my tongues vse is to me no more Than an vnstringed violl or a harpe Or like a cunning instrument casde vp Or being open put into his hands That knowes no touch to tu●e the harmonie ●ithin my mouth you haue engaoid my tongue Doubly portcullist with my teeth and lippes And dull vnfeeling barren ignorance Is made my Ga●ler to attend on me I am too olde to fawne vpon a nu●se Too far in yeeres to be a pupill now What is thy sentence but speechlesse death Which robbes my tongue from b●eathing natiue breath King It bootes thee not to be compassionate After our sentence playning