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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

weening traitors foote To proue my selfe a loyal Gentleman Euen in the best bloud chamberd in his bosome In haste wherof most hartily I pray Your highnes to assigne our triall day King Wrath kindled gentleman be ruled by 〈◊〉 Lets purge this choler without letting bloud This we prescribe though no Phisition Deepe malice makes too deepe incision Forget forgiue conclude and be agreed Our doctors say this is no month to bleede Good Vnckle let this ende where it begonne Weele calme the Duke of Norfolke you your sonne Gaunt To be a make-peace shal become my age Throw downe my soune the Duke of Norfolkes gage King And Norfolke throw downe his Gaunt When Harry 〈◊〉 obedience bids Obedience bids I should not bid againe King Norfolke throw downe we bid there is no boote Mow. My selfe I throw dread soue raigne at thy foote My life thou shalt command but not my shame The one my duety owes 〈…〉 To darke dish●●ours vse thou shalt not haue I am disgraste impeacht and b●ffuld heere Pierst to the soule with Slaunders venomd speare The which no balme can cure but his heart bloud Which breathde this poyson King Rage ●ust be withstoode Giue me his gage Lions make Leopards tame Mowb. Yea but not change his spots take but my shame And I resigne my gage my deare deare Lord The purest treasure mortall times afford Is spotlesse Reputation that away Men are but guilded loame or painted clay A iewell in a ten times bard vp chest Is a bold spirit in a loyall breast Mine honour is my life both grow in one Take honour from me and my life is done Then deare my Liege mine honour let me trie In that I liue and for that will I die King Coosin throw vp your gage do you beginne Bull. O God defend my soule from such deepe sinne Shall I seeme Crest-fallen in my fathers sight Or with pale beggar-feare impeach my height Before this out-darde Dastard ere my tong Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong Or sound so base a parlee my teeth shall teare The slauish motiue of recanting feare And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace Where Shame doth harbour euen in Mowbraies face King We were not borne to sue but to commaund Which since we cannot do to make you friends Be ready as your liues shall answere it At Couentry vpon saint Lamberes day There shall your swords and launces arbitrate The swelling difference of your setled hate Since we cannot atone you we shall see Iustice designe the Victo●●● 〈◊〉 Lord Marshal commaund our Be ready to direct these home allarmes Exit Enter Iohn of Gaunt with the Duchesse of Glocester Gaunt Alas the part I had in Woodstockes bloud Doth more sollicite me than your exclaimes To stirre against the butchers of his life But since correction lieth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct Put we our quarrell to the will of heauen Who when they see the houres ripe on earth Will raine hot vengeance on offenders heads Duchesse Findes brotherhood in thee no sharper spurre Hath loue in thy old bloud no Iruing fire Edwards seuen sonnes whereof thy selfe art one Were as seuen viols of his sacred bloud Or seuen faire branches springing from one roote● Some of those seuen are dried by natures course Some of those branches by the Destinies cut But Thomas my deare Lord my life my Glocester One violl full of Edwards sacred bloud One flourishing branch of his most royall roote Is crackt and all the precious liquor spilt Is hackt downe and his summer leaues all faded By Enuies hand and Murders bloudy axe Ah Gaunt his bloud was thine that bed that womb That mettall that selfe mould that fashioned thee Made him a man and though thou liuest and breathest Yet art thou slaine in him thou doost consent In some large measure to thy fathers death In ●hat thou seest thy wretched brother die Who was the modell of thy fathers life Call it not patience Gaunt it is dispaire In suffr●ng thus thy brother to be slaughtred Thou she west the naked path way to thy life Teaching sterne Murder how to butcher thee That which in meane men we intitle Patience Is pale cold Coward●●e in noble breasts What shall I saie to safegard thine owne life The best way is to venge my Glocesters death Gaunt Gods is the quarrell for Gods substitute His deputy annointed in his sight Hath causd his death the which ●f wrongfully Let heauen reuenge for I may neuer lift An angry arme against his minister Duch. Where then alas may I complaine my selfe Gaunt To God the widdowes Champion and defence Duch. Why then I will fare well olde Gaunt Thou goest to Couentry there to behold Our Coosen Hereford and sell Mowbray fight O set my husbands wronges on Herefords speare That it may enter butcher Mowbraies breast Or if misfortune misse the 〈◊〉 ca●ier Be Mowbra●es sinnes so 〈◊〉 in his bosome That they may breake his 〈◊〉 coursers backe And throw the rider headlong 〈◊〉 listes A caitiue recreant to my Co●●en He●eford Farewell old Gaunt thy some times brothers wife W●th her companion Griefe must end her life Gaunt Sister farewell I must to Couentry A●●uch good stay with thee as go with me Duch. Yet ●ne word ●ore grie●e boundeth where is fa●● Not with the emp●ie hollownes but weigh● I take my leaue before I haue begone For sorrow endes not when it seemeth done Commend me to thy brother Edmund Yorke Lo●h●s is all nay yet depart not so Though this be al doe not so quickly go I shall remember more Bid him ah what W●●h all good speede at Plashie visite me Alacke and what shall good olde Yorke there see But empty lodgings and vnfurnisht wals Vnpeopled offices vntrodden stones And what heare there for welcome but my grones Therfore commend me let him not come there To seeke out sorrow that dwels euery where Desolate desolate will I hence and die The last leaue of thee takes my weeping eie Exeunt Enter Lord Marshall and the Duke Aumerle Mar. My Lord 〈◊〉 is Harry Herford 〈◊〉 Aum. Yea at all points and longs to enter in Mar. The Duke of Norfolke sprightfully and bold Staies but the summons of the appellants trumpet Aum Why then the Champions are prepard and stay For nothing but his maiesties approach The trumpets sound and the King enters with his n●bles when they are set enter the Duke of Norfolke in armes defendant King Marshall demaunde of yooder Champion The cause of his arriuall here in armes A●ke him his name and orderly proceede To sweare him in the i●stice of his cause Mar. In Gods name and the Kings s●y who thou art And why thou com●st thus knigh●ly cladan armes Against what man thou comst and what thy quare●l Speake truly on thy knighthoode and thy oth As so defend the heauen and thy valour Mow My name is Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke Who hither come ingaged by my oath Which God defende a