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SCENE I.-London. A room in the palace.
Enter King RICHARD, attended; John of GAUNT, and
other nobles, with him. K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son; Here to make gond the boisterous late appeal, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Against the duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
Gaunt. I have, my liege.
K. Rich. Tell me moreover, hast thou sounded him, If he appeal the duke on ancient malice; Or worthily as a good subject should, On some known ground of treachery in him? Gaunt. As near as I could sift him on that argu
ment, On some apparent danger seen in him, Aim'd at your highness, no inveterate malice.
K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face to face And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear Th'accuser, and th’accused, freely speak:
(Exeunt some Attendants High-stomach'd are they both, and full of ire,
deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Re-enter Attendants, with BOLINGBROKE and NORFOLK
Boling. May many years of happy days befal My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege!
Nor. Each day still better other's happiness;
K. Rich. We thank you both: yet one but flatters us
Boling. First, (heaven be the record to my speech!)
divine soul answer it in heaven.
And wish, (so please my sovereign,) ere I move,
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
Nor. I take it up; and, by that sword I swear,
charge? It must be great, that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him. Boling. Look, what I speak my life shall prove it
true; That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles, In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers; The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments, Like a false traitor, and injurious villain. Besides I say, and will in battle prove, Or here, or elsewhere, to the furthest verge That ever was survey'd by English eye, That all the treasons, for these eighteen years Complotted and contrived in this land, Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring. Further I say,—and further will maintain Upon his bad life, to make all this good, That he did plot the duke of Gloster's death ;* Suggest his soon-believing adversaries; And, consequently, like a traitor coward, Sluic'd out his innocent soul through streams of blood Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, To me, for justice, and rough chastisement;
And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
K. Rich. How high a pitch his resolution soars !
Nor. O, let my sovereign turn away his face,
K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes, and ears:
Nor. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest! Three parts of that receipt I had for Calais, Disburs'd I duly to his highness' soldiers: The other part reserv'd I by consent; For that my sovereign liege was in my debt, Upon remainder of a dear account, Since last I went to France to fetch his queen: Now swallow down that lie.For Gloster's death, I slew him not; but to my own disgrace, Neglected my sworn duty in that case. For you, my noble lord of Lancaster, The honourable father to my foe, Once did I lay an ambush for your life, A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul: But, ere I last receiv'd the sacrament,