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London. KING RICHARD II's palace.
[Enter KING RICHARD II, JOHN OF GAUNT, with other Nobles and Attendants ]
KING RICHARD II
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Old John | of Gaunt, time hon|ored Lan|caster,
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Hast thou | accord|ing to | thy oath | and band
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Brought* hith|er Hen|ry Here|ford thy / bold son:
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Here to | make^good | the boist|erous late |
appeal,
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Which then | our leis|ure would | not let | us
hear,
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Against | the Duke | of Nor|folk, Thom|as
Mow||bray?
JOHN OF GAUNT
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I have | my liege. \\
KING RICHARD II
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Tell me | moreov|er, hast | thou sound|ed him,
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If he ap|peal the | duke on | ancient | malice,
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Or worth|ily | as a / good sub|ject* should
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On some*/ known ground | of treach|ery | in him?
JOHN OF GAUNT
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As near | as I | could sift | him on that |
argument,
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On some | appar|ent dang|er seen | in him,
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Aimed at your | highness,| no in|veterate |
malice.
KING RICHARD II
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Then call | them to | our pres|ence face | to
face,
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And frown|ing brow | to brow,| ourselves | will
hear
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The accus|er, and | the ac/cused, free|ly speak;
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High-stom/ached are | they both,| and full | of
ire,
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In rage,| deaf as | the sea;| hasty | as fire.
[Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE and THOMAS MOWBRAY]
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Many | years of | happy | days be|fall
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My || gracious | sove|reign, my / most lov|ing liege.
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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Each day still | better | other's | happiness,
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Until | the heavens,| envy|ing earth's | good*
hap,
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Add an | immort|al tit|le to | your crown.
KING RICHARD II
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We thank | you both,| yet one | but flat|ters us,
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As well | appear|eth by | the cause | you come,
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Namely,| to appeal | each oth|er of high |
treason.
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Cousin | of Here|ford, what | dost thou | object
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Against | the Duke | of Nor|folk, Thom|as
Mow||bray?
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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First,| heaven be | the rec|ord to | my speech,
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In the | devo|tion of | a sub|ject's^love,
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Tendering | the pre|cious safe|ty of | my prince,
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And free | from oth|er mis|begot|ten hate,
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Come I ap|pellant | to this | princely |
presence.
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Now* Thom|as Mow|bray, do | I turn | to thee,
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And mark | my greet|ing well:| for what | I
speak,
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My bo|dy shall | make^good | upon | this earth,
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Or my | divine | soul ans/wer it | in heaven.
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Thou art | a trait|or, and | a mis|creant;
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Too good | to be | so, and | too* bad | to live,
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Since the | more* fair | and cry|stal is | the
sky,
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The ug|lier seem | the clouds | that in | it fly:
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Once^more,| the more | to ag|gravate | the note,
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With a / foul trait|or's name | stuff^I | thy
throat,
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And wish |(so please | my sove|reign) ere | I
move,
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What my tongue | speaks, my | right drawn sword |
may prove.
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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Let not | my cold | words here^|accuse | my zeal:
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'Tis not | the tri|al of | a wom|an's war,
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The bit|ter clam|or of / two eag|er tongues,
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Can arb|itrate | this cause | betwixt | us twain:
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The blood | is hot | that must | be cooled | for
this.
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Yet can I | not of | such tame pa|tience boast,
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As to | be hushed,| and nought | at all | to say.
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First the | fair reve/rence of your | highness
| curbs me,
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From giv|ing reins | and spurs | to my / free
speech,
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Which else | would post,| until | it had |
returned
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These terms | of treas|on, doub|led down | his
throat.
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Setting a|side his | high blood's roy|alty,
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And let | him be | no kins/man to | my liege,
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I do | defy | him, and | I spit | at him,
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Call him a | slanderous | coward,| and a |
villain:
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Which to | maintain,| I would | allow | him odds,
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And meet | him, were | I tied | to run | afoot,
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Even | to the froz|en ridg|es of | the Alps,
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Or an|y oth|er ground | inhab|itable,
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Wherev|er Eng|lishman | durst^set | his foot.
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Meantime,| let this | defend | my loy|alty,
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By all | my hopes,| most^false|ly doth | he lie.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Pale trembling cow|ard, there | I throw | my
gage,
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Disclaim|ing here | the kind|red of | a king,
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And lay | aside | my high | blood's roy/alty,
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Which fear,| not reve|rence makes | thee to |
except.
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If guil|ty dread | have left | thee so | much
strength,
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As to / take up | mine^hon|or's pawn,| then
stoop.
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By that,| and all | the rites | of knight|hood
else,
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Will I | make^good | against | thee arm | to arm,
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What I | have spoken,| or thou | canst worse |
devise.
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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I take | it up,| and by | that sword | I swear,
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Which^gen|tly laid | my knight|hood on | my
should||er,
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I'll | answer | thee in an|y fair | degree,
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Or chiv|alrous | design | of knight|ly trial:
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And when | I mount,| alive | may I | not^light,
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If I | be trait|or, or | unjust|ly fight.
KING RICHARD II
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What doth | our cous|in lay | to Mow|bray's
charge?
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It must | be great | that can | inher|it us,
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So much | as of | a thought | of ill | in him.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Look^what | I said,| my life | shall prove | it
true,
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That Mow/bray hath re|ceived eight thous|and
nobles,
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In name | of lend/ings for your | highness'|
soldiers, ??
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The which | he hath de|tained for | lewd
em|ployments,
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Like a false trait|or, and | injur|ious villain.
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Besides | I say,| and will | in bat|tle prove,
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Or here,| or else|where to | the fur|thest verge
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That ev|er was | surveyed | by Eng|lish eye,
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That all | the treas|ons for | these^eight|een
years
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Complot|ted, and | contriv|ed in | this land,
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Fetch from | false Mow/bray their | first head
and spring.
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Further | I say,| and furth|er will | maintain
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Upon | his bad | life, to | make^all | this good.
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That he | did plot | the Duke | of Glouce|ster's
death,
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Suggest | his soon-|believ|ing ad|versaries,
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And cons|equent|ly, like | a trait|or coward,
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Sluiced out his in|nocent soul | through
streams | of blood:
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Which^blood,| like^sac|rific|ing Ab|el's cries,
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(Even from | the tongue|less cav|erns of | the
earth)
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To me | for just|ice, and / rough chas|tisement:
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And by | the glor|ious worth | of my | descent,
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This arm | shall do | it, or | this life | be
spent.
KING RICHARD II
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How high | a pitch | his res|olu|tion soars:
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Thomas | of Nor|folk, what | sayst^thou | to
this?
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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Oh let | my sove|reign turn | away | his face,
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And bid | his ears | a lit|tle while | be deaf,
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Till I | have told | this sland|er of | his
blood,
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How God,| and good men, hate | so foul | a liar.
KING RICHARD II
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Mowbray,| impart|ial are | our eyes | and ears,
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Were he | my broth|er, nay | our king|dom's heir,
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As he | is but | my fath|er's broth|er's son;
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Now by | my scep|ter's awe,| I make | a vow,
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Such neigh|bor near|ness to | our sac|red blood,
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Should noth|ing priv|ilege him,| nor part|ialize
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The un|stooping | firmness | of my up|right^soul.
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He is | our sub|ject* (Mow|bray) so | art thou,
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Free speech, and fear|less, I | to thee | allow.
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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Then Bol|ingbroke,| as low | as to | thy heart,
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Through the / false pas|sage of | thy throat,|
thou liest:
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Three parts / of that re|ceipt I | had for |
Calais,
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Disburs|ed I | to his high|ness' sol|diers;
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The oth|er part | reserved | I by | consent;
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For that | my sove|reign liege | was in | my
debt,
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Upon | remaind|er of | a dear | account,
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Since^last | I went | to France | to fetch | his
queen:
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Now swal|low down | that lie.| For Glouce|ster's
death,
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I slew | him not;| but (to | my own | disgrace)
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Neglect|ed my / sworn du|ty in | that case:
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For you | my nob|le Lord | of Lan|caster,
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The hon|ora|ble fath|er to | my foe,
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Once^I | did lay | an am|bush* for | your life,
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A tres|pass* that | doth vex | my griev|ed soul:
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But ere | I last | received | the sac|rament,
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I did | confess | it, and | exact|ly begged
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Your gra|ce's pard|on, and | I hope | I had it.
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This is my fault:| as for | the rest | appealed,
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It is|sues from | the ranc|or of | a villain,
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A rec|reant,| and most | degen|erate trait||or,
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Which | in myself | I bold|ly will | defend,
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And int|erchange|ably / hurl down | my gage
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Upon | this ov|erween|ing trait|or's foot,
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To prove | myself | a loy|al gent|leman,
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Even in | the best | blood chamb/ered in | his bosom.
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In haste | whereof,| most heart|ily | I pray
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Your high|ness to | assign | our tri|al day.
KING RICHARD II
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Wrath-kindled gent|lemen | be ruled | by me:
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Let's^purge | this chol|er with/out let|ting
blood:
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This we | prescribe,| though no | physi|cian,
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Deep malice makes | too deep | incis|ion.
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Forget,| forgive,| conclude,| and be | agreed,
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Our doc|tors say,| this is / no month | to bleed.
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Good^unc|le, let | this end | where^it | begun,
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We'll calm | the Duke | of Nor|folk; you,| your
son.
JOHN OF GAUNT
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To be | a make-peace shall | become | my age,
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Throw* down |(my son)| the Duke | of Nor|folk's
gage.
KING RICHARD II
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And Nor|folk, throw | down* his. \\
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When Harry when?| Obed|ience bids,|
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Obed|ience bids | I should | not bid | again.
KING RICHARD II
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Norfolk,| throw* down,| we bid;| there^is | no*
boot.
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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Myself | I throw |(dread sove/reign) at | thy
foot.
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My life | thou shalt | command,| but not | my
shame,
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The one | my du|ty owes,| but my / fair name
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Despite | of death,| that lives | upon | my grave
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To dark | dishon|or's use,| thou shalt | not
have.
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I am | disgraced,| impeached,| and baf|fled here,
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Pierced to | the soul | with sland|er's ven|omed
spear:
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The which | no balm | can cure,| but his /
heart-blood
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Which breathed | this pois|on.
KING RICHARD II
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Rage | must be | withstood:
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Give me | his gage:| lions | make leop|ards tame.
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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Yea, but | not change | his spots:| take^but | my
shame,
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And I | resign | my gage.| My dear,| dear lord,
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The pur|est treas|ure mort|al times | afford
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Is spot|less rep|uta|tion: that | away,
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Men are | but gild|ed loam,| or paint|ed clay.
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A jewel | in a / ten-times-|barred-up chest,
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Is a / bold spir|it, in | a loy|al breast.
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Mine^hon|or is | my life;| both^grow | in one:
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Take^hon|or from | me, and | my life | is done.
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Then (dear | my liege)| mine hon|or let | me try,
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In that | I live;| and for | that will | I die.
KING RICHARD II
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Cousin, throw down | your gage,
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Do you |
begin.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Oh heaven | defend | my soul | from such soul
sin.
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Shall I | seem crest-fallen | in my fath|er's
sight,
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Or with / pale beg|gar-fear | impeach | my height
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Before | this out-|dared dast/ard? Ere | my
tongue,
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Shall wound | my hon|or with / such feeb|le
wrong;
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Or sound | so base | a parle:| my teeth | shall
tear
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The slav|ish mot|ive of | recant|ing fear,
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And spit | it bleed|ing in | his high | disgrace,
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Where shame | doth har|bor, ev|en in Mow|bray's
face.
[Exit JOHN OF GAUNT]
KING RICHARD II
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We were / not born | to sue,| but to | command,
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Which since | we can|not do | to make | you
friends,
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Be rea|dy, (as | your lives | shall ans|wer it)
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At Cov|entry,| upon | Saint^Lam|bert's day:
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There shall | your swords | and lanc|es
arb|itrate
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The swel|ling dif|ference of | your set|tled
hate:
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Since^we | can not | atone | you, you | shall see
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Justice | design | the vic|tor's chiv|alry.
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Lord marsh/al, com|mand our | officers | at arms,
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Be rea|dy to | direct | these home | alarms.
[Exeunt]