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That metal, that felf-mould that fashion'd thee;
What shall I fay? to fafeguard thine own life,
Gaunt. God's is the Quarrel, for God's Subftitute, His Deputy anointed in his fight,
Hath caus'd his death; the which if wrongfully,
An angry arm against his Minifter.
Dutch. Where then, alas, may I complain myfelf? Gaunt. To heav'n, the widow's Champion and Defence.
Dutch. Why then, I will: farewel, old Gaunt, farewel. Thou go'ft to Coventry, there to behold
Our Coufin Hereford and fell Mowbray fight..
Gaunt. Sifter, farewel; I muft to Coventry.
As much Good ftay with thee, as go with me;
(8) A caitiff recreant-] Caitiff originally fignified a prifoner next a fave, from the condition of prifoners; then a Scoundrel from the qualities of a flave.
Ημισυ τῆς ἀρετῆς ἀποκίνυται δέλιον ἦμαρ.
In this paffage it partakes of all thefe fignifications.
Dutch. Yet one word more-grief boundeth where it falls,
Not with the empty hollownefs, but weight:
And what hear there for welcome, but my groans?
The Lifts, at Coventry.
Enter the Lord-Marfbal, and Aumerle.
Y lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd? Aum. Yea, at all points, and longs to enter in.
Mar. The Duke of Norfolk, fprightfully and bold, Stays but the Summons of th' Appellant's trumpet. Aum. Why, then the Champions are prepar'd, and
For nothing but his Majesty's approach.
The trumpets found, and the King enters with Gaunt, Bufhy, Bagot, and others: when they are fet, Enter the Duke of Norfolk in armour.
K. Rich. Marthal, demand of yonder Champion
To fwear him in the justice of his Caufe.
Mar. In God's name and the King's, fay who thou
And why thou com'ft, thus knightly clad in arms?
Murub. My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of
Who hither come engaged by my oath,
(Which, heav'n defend, a Knight should violate!)
To God, my King, and his fucceeding Iffue, (9)
A traitor to my God, my King, and me;
The trumpets found. Enter Bolingbroke, Appellant, in
K. Rich. Marthal, afk yonder Knight in arms, Both who he is, and why he cometh hither, Thus plated in habiliments of war;
And formally, according to our Law,
Depofe him in the juftice of his Caufe..
Mar. What is thy name, and wherefore com'ft thou hither,
Before King Richard, in his royal Lifts?
[To Boling. Against whom comeft thou? and what's thy Quarrel? Speak like a true Knight, fo defend thee heav'n!
Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancafter and Derby,
Mar. On pain of death, no perfon be fo bold,
(9) his fucceeding Iffue.] Such is the reading of the firft folio; the later editions read my Iffue. Mowbray's Iue was, by this accufation, in danger of an attainder, and therefore he might come among other reasons for their fake, but the old reading is more just and grammatical.
Except the Marshal, and fuch officers
Appointed to direct thefe fair defigns.
Boling. Lord Marshal, let me kifs my Sovereign's hand,
And bow my knee before his Majefty:
Mar. Th' Appellant in all duty greets your Highnefs,
[To K. Rich. And craves to kifs your hand, and take his leave. K. Rich. We will defcend and fold him in our arms. Coufin of Hereford, as thy Caufe is right, So be thy Fortune in this royal fight! Farewel, my Blood; which if to-day thou fhed, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. Boling. Oh, let no noble eye profane a tear For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's fpear. As confident, as is the Faulcon's flight Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. My loving lord, I take my leave of you, Of you, my noble Coufin, lord Aumerle. Not fick, although I have to do with Death But lufty, young, and chearly drawing Breath.Lo, as at English Feafts, fo I regreet
The daintieft laft, to make the end moft sweet:
Oh thou! the earthly author of my blood, [To Gaunt. Whofe youthful fpirit, in me regenerate,
Doth with a two-fold vigour lift me up
To reach at Victory above my head,
Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers;
Gaunt. Heav'n in thy good Caufe make thee prof-
Be fwift like Lightning in the execution,
Rouze up thy youthful blood, be brave, and live. Boling. Mine innocence, God and St. George to thrive!
Mowb. However heav'n or fortune caft my lot,
Caft off his chains of bandage, and embrace
Mar. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray,
2 Her. Here ftandeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk
On pain to be found falfe and recreant,
(1) As gentle and as jocund, as to JEST.] Not fo neither. We fhould read, to JUST, i. e. to tilt or tourny, which was a kind of fport too. WARBURTON. The fenfe would perhaps have been better if the authour had written what his commentator fubftitutes, but the rhyme to which fenfe is too often enslaved, obliged Shakespear to write jeft, and obliges us to read it.