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[Enter the Lord Marshal and the DUKE OF AUMERLE]
LORD MARSHAL
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My Lord | Aumerle,| is Har|ry Here|ford armed.
DUKE OF AUMERLE
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Yea, at all points,| and longs | to ent|er in.
LORD MARSHAL
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The Duke | of Nor|folk, spright|fully | and bold,
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Stays but the | summons | of the ap|pellant's |
trumpet.
DUKE OF AUMERLE
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Why then | the cham|pions, are | prepared,| and
stay
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For noth|ing but | his maj|esty's | approach.
[The trumpets sound, and KING RICHARD enters with his nobles, JOHN OF GAUNT,
BUSHY, BAGOT, GREEN, and others. When they are set, enter THOMAS MOWBRAY in
arms, defendant, with a Herald]
KING RICHARD II
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Marshal,| demand | of yond|er cham|pion
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The cause | of his | arriv|al here | in arms,
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Ask him | his name,| and ord|erly | proceed
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To swear | him in | the just|ice of | his cause.
LORD MARSHAL
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In God's | name, and | the king's,| say* who |
thou art,
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And why | thou comst | thus knight|ly clad | in
arms?
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Against | what man | thou comst,| and what | thy
quarrel,
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Speak tru/ly on | thy knight|hood, and |
thine^oath,
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As so | defend | thee heaven,| and thy | valor.
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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My name | is Thom|as Mow|bray, Duke | of
Nor||folk,
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Who | hither | come en|gaged by | my oath
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(Which^heaven | defend | a knight | should
vi|olate)
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Both to | defend | my loy|alty | and truth,
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To God,| my king,| and my suc|ceeding | issue,
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Against | the Duke | of Here|ford, that | appeals
|| me:
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And | by the grace | of God,| and this |
mine^arm,
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To prove | him (in | defend|ing of | myself)
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A trait|or to | my God,| my king,| and me,
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And as | I tru|ly fight,| defend | me heaven.
[The trumpets sound. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, appellant, in armor, with a
Herald]
KING RICHARD II
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Marshal:| ask^yond|er knight | in arms,
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Both || who he | is, and | why he | cometh |
hither,
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Thus^plat|ed in | habil|iments | of war:
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And form|ally | accord|ing to | our law
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Depose | him in | the just|ice of | his cause.
LORD MARSHAL
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What is thy | name? And | wherefore | comst thou
| hither
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Before | King^Rich|ard in | his roy|al lists?
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Against | whom comst thou?| And what's | thy
quarrel?
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Speak like a true | knight, so | defend | thee
heaven.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Harry of | Hereford,| Lanca|ster, and | Derby,
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Am I:| who rea|dy here | do stand | in arms,
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To prove | by heaven's | grace, and my | body's |
valor,
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In lists,| on Thom|as Mow|bray Duke | of
Nor||folk,
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That | he's a trait|or foul,| and dang|erous,
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To God | of heaven,| King^Rich|ard, and | to me,
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And as | I tru|ly fight,| defend | me heaven.
LORD MARSHAL
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On pain | of death,| no pers|on be | so bold,
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Or dar|ing har|dy as | to touch | the lists,
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Except | the marsh|al, and | such of|ficers
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Appoint|ed to | direct | these* fair | designs.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Lord marsh/al, let | me kiss | my sove|reign's
hand,
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And bow | my knee | before | his maj|esty:
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For Mow|bray and | myself | are like two men,
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That vow | a long | and wea|ry pilg|rimage,
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Then let | us take | a cer|emon|ious leave
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And lov|ing fare|well of | our seve|ral friends.
LORD MARSHAL
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The appel|lant in all | duty | greets your |
highness,
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And craves | to kiss | your hand,| and take | his
leave.
KING RICHARD II
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We will | descend,| and fold | him in | our arms.
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Cousin | of Here|ford, as | thy cause | is just,
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So be | thy for|tune in | this roy|al fight:
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Farewell,| my blood,| which^if | today | thou
shed,
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Lament | we may,| but not | revenge | thee dead.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Oh let | no nob|le eye | profane | a tear
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For me,| if I | be gored | with Mow|bray's spear:
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As con|fident,| as is | the fal|con's flight
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Against | a bird,| do I | with Mow|bray fight.
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My lov|ing lord,| I take | my leave | of you,
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Of you |(my nob|le cous|in) Lord | Aumerle;
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Not sick,| although | I have | to do | with
death,
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But lust|y, young,| and cheer|ly draw|ing breath.
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Lo, as | at Eng|lish feasts,| so I | regreet
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The daint|iest last,| to make | the end |
most^sweet.
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O thou,| the earth|ly auth|or of | my blood,
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Whose^youth|ful spirit,| in me | regen|erate,
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Doth with a | twofold vig|or lift | me up
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To reach | at vict|ory | above | my head,
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Add proof | unto | mine arm|or with | thy
prayers,
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And with | thy bles|sings steel | my lan|ce's
point,
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That it | may ent|er Mow|bray's wax|en coat,
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And furn|ish new | the name | of John | a Gaunt,
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Even | in the lu|sty behav|ior of | his son.
JOHN OF GAUNT
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Heaven in thy | good cause make | thee
pros|perous
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Be swift | like light/ning in the | exe|cution,
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And let | thy blows doub|ly re|doubled,
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Fall like amaz|ing thund|er on | the cask
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Of thy | adverse | perni|cious en|emy.
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Rouse up thy | youthful | blood, be | valiant,|
and live.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Mine in|nocence,| and Saint | George to | thrive.
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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Howev|er Heaven | or for|tune cast | my lot,
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There lives,| or dies,| true to | King^Rich|ard's
throne,
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A loy|al, just,| and up|right gent/leman:
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Never | did cap|tive with | a free|r heart,
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Cast^off | his chains | of bond|age, and | embrace
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His gold|en un|controlled | enfran|chisement,
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More than | my dan|cing soul | doth cel|ebrate
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This feast | of bat|tle, with | mine ad|versary.
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Most migh|ty liege,| and my | compan|ion peers,
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Take^from | my mouth,| the wish | of hap|py
years,
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As gent|le, and | as joc|und as | to jest,
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Go I | to fight:| truth, hath | a qui|et breast.
KING RICHARD II
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Farewell,| my lord,| secure|ly I | espy
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Virtue | with val|or, couch|ed in | thine^eye:
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Order | the tri|al marsh|al, and | begin.
LORD MARSHAL
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Harry of | Hereford,| Lanca|ster, and | Derby,
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Receive | thy lance,| and heaven | defend | thy
right.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Strong as | a tower | in hope,| I cry | amen.
LORD MARSHAL
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Go bear | this lance | to Thom|as Duke of |
Norfolk.
FIRST HERALD
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Harry of | Hereford,| Lanca|ster, and | Derby,
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Stands here | for God,| his sove|reign, and |
himself,
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On pain | to be / found false,| and rec|reant,
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To prove | the Duke of | Norfolk,| Thomas |
Mowbray,
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A trait|or to | his God,| his king,| and him,
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And dares | him to / set for|ward to | the fight.
SECOND HERALD
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Here stand|eth Thom|as Mow|bray Duke of | Norfolk
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On pain | to be / found false | and rec|reant,
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Both to | defend | himself,| and to | approve
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Henry of | Hereford,| Lanca|ster, and | Derby,
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To God,| his sove|reign, and | to him | disloyal:
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Courag|eously,| and with | a free | desire
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Attend|ing but | the sig|nal to | begin.
LORD MARSHAL
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Sound^trump|ets, and / set for|ward com|batants:
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Stay,| the king | hath thrown | his ward|er down.
KING RICHARD II
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Let them | lay* by | their hel|mets and | their
spears,
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And both | return | back to | their chairs |
again:
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Withdraw | with us,| and let | the trump|ets
sound,
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While we | return | these dukes | what we |
decree.
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Draw near and list
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What with our | counsel | we
have done.
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For that | our king|dom's earth | should not | be
soiled
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With that / dear blood | which^it | hath
fost|ered,
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And for our | eyes do | hate the | dire
aspect
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Of civ|il wounds | plowed^up | with neigh|bors'
swords,
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And for | we think | the eag|le-wing|ed pride
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Of sky-|aspir|ing and | ambi|tious thoughts,
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With riv|al-hat|ing en|vy, set | on you
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To wake | our peace,| which in our | country's |
cradle
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Draws the | sweet infant breath | of gent|le
sleep;
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Which^so | roused^up | with boist|erous
un|tuned^drums,
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With harsh | resound|ing trump|ets' dread|ful
bray,
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And grat|ing shock | of wrath|ful ir|on arms,
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Might from our | quiet | confines fright | fair*
peace,
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And make | us wade | even in | our kind|red's
blood:
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Therefore,| we ban|ish you | our ter|ritories:
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You cousin Here|ford, u|pon pain | of death,
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Till twice | five sum/mers have | enriched | our
fields,
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Shall not | regreet | our fair | domin|ions,
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But tread | the strang|er paths | of ban|ishment.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Your will | be done:| this^must | my com|fort be,
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That sun | that warms | you here,| shall shine |
on me:
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And those | his gold|en beams | to you here lent,
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Shall point | on me,| and gild | my ban|ishment.
KING RICHARD II
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Norfolk:| for thee | remains | a heav|ier doom,
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Which I | with some | unwil|lingness | pronounce,
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The sly slow hours | shall not | deter|minate
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The date|less lim|it of thy // dear exile:
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The hope|less word,| of nev|er to | return,
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Breathe I | against | thee, u|pon pain | of life.
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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A heav|y sent|ence, my / most sove|reign liege,
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And all | unlooked | for from | your high|ness'
mouth:
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A dear|er mer|it, not | so deep | a maim,
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As to | be cast | forth in | the com|mon air
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Have I | deserv|ed at | your high|ness' hands.
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The lang|uage I | have learned | these for|ty
years
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(My nat|ive Eng|lish) now | I must | forego,
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And now | my tongue's | use is | to me | no more,
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Than an / unstring|ed vi|ol, or | a harp,
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Or like | a cun|ning inst|rument / cased up,
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Or be|ing op|en, put | into | his hands
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That knows | no touch | to tune | the har|mony.
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Within | my mouth | you have | enjailed | my
tongue,
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Doubly | portcul|lised with | my teeth | and
lips,
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And dull,| unfeel|ing, bar|ren ig|norance,
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Is made | my jail|er to | attend | on me:
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I am | too old | to fawn | upon | a nurse,
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Too far | in years | to be | a pup|il now:
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What is | thy sent|ence then,| but speech|less
death,
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Which robs | my tongue | from breath|ing nat|ive
breath?
KING RICHARD II
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It boots | thee not | to be | compas|sionate,
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After | our sent|ence, plain|ing comes | too
late.
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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Then thus | I turn | me from | my count|ry's
light
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To dwell | in sol|emn shades | of end|less night.
KING RICHARD II
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Return | again,| and take | an oath | with thee.
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Lay^on | our roy|al sword,| your ban|ished hands;
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Swear by | the du|ty that | you owe | to heaven
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(Our part | therein | we ban|ish with |
yourselves)
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To keep | the oath | that we | admin|ister:
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You nev|er shall |(so help | you truth,| and
heaven)
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Embrace | each oth|er's love | in ban|ishment,
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Nor ev|er look | upon | each^oth|er's face,
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Nor ev|er write,| regreet,| or rec|oncile
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This low|ering temp|est of your // home-bred
hate,
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Nor nev|er by | advis|ed pur|pose meet,
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To plot,| contrive,| or com|plot^a|ny ill,
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Gainst^us,| our state,| our sub|jects, or | our
land.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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I swear.
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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And I,| to keep | all
this.|
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Norfolk,| so far,| as to | mine^en|emy,
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By this | time (had | the king | permit|ted us)
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One of | our souls | had wand|ered in | the air,
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Banished | this frail | sepul|chre of | our
flesh,
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As now | our flesh | is ban|ished from | this
land.
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Confess | thy treas|ons ere | thou fly | this
realm,
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Since^thou | hast far | to go,| bear not | along
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The clog|ging burd|en of | a guil|ty soul.
THOMAS MOWBRAY
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No *Boling|broke: if | ever | I were | traitor,
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My name | be blot|ted from | the book | of life,
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And I | from heav|en ban|ished, as | from hence:
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But what | thou art,| heaven, thou, and I | do
know,
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And all | too soon |(I fear)| the king | shall
rue.
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Farewell |(my liege)| now no way | can I stray,
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Save back to Eng|land, all | the world's | my
way.
[Exit]
KING RICHARD II
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Uncle,| even | in the glas|ses of | thine^eyes
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I see | thy grieved | heart: thy | sad aspect,
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Hath from | the num|ber of | his ban|ished years
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Plucked four away:| Six frozen wint|er spent,
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Return | with wel|come home,| from ban|ishment.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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How long | a time | lies in | one little word:
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Four lagging wint|ers, and / four want|on springs
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End in | a word,| such is | the breath | of
kings.
JOHN OF GAUNT
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I thank | my liege,| that in | regard | of me
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He short|ens four | years of my | son's exile:
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But lit|tle vant|age shall | I reap | thereby.
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For ere | the six | years that | he hath | to
spend
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Can change | their moons,| and bring | their
times | about,
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My^oil-dried lamp,| and time-|bewast|ed light
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Shall be | extinct | with age,| and end|less
night:
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My inch | of tap|er, will | be burnt,| and done,
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And blind|fold^death,| not let | me see | my son.
KING RICHARD II
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Why unc|le, thou | hast ma|ny years | to live.
JOHN OF GAUNT
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But not | a min|ute (king)| that thou | canst*
give;
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Shorten | my days | thou canst | with sud|den sorrow,
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And pluck | nights^from | me, but | not^lend | a morrow:
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Thou canst | help time to fur|row me | with
age,
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But stop | no wrink/le in | his pilg|rimage:
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Thy word | is cur|rent with | him, for | my
death,
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But dead,| thy king|dom can|not buy | my breath.
KING RICHARD II
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Thy son | is ban|ished u/pon good | advice,
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Whereto | thy tongue | a part|y-verd|ict gave,
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Why^at | our just|ice seemst | thou then | to
lower?
JOHN OF GAUNT
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Things^sweet | to taste,| prove in | diges|tion
sour:
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You urged | me as a | judge, but | I had | rather
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You would have | bid me | argue | like a |
father.
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O had | it been | a strang|er, not | my child,
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To smooth | his fault | I should | have been |
more* mild:
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A part|ial sland|er sought | I to | avoid,
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And in | the sent|ence my | own^life | destroyed.
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Alas,| I looked | when some | of you | should
say,
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I was | too* strict | to make | mine^own | away:
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But you | gave^leave | to my | unwil|ling tongue,
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Against | my will,| to do | myself | this^wrong.
KING RICHARD II
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Cousin | farewell:| and unc|le bid | him so:
T T .
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Six years we ban|ish him,| and he | shall go.
[Flourish. Exeunt KING RICHARD II and train]
DUKE OF AUMERLE
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Cousin | farewell:| what pres|ence must | not
know
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From where | you do | remain,| let pap|er show.
LORD MARSHAL
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My lord,| no leave | take^I,| for I | will ride
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As far | as land | will let | me, by | your side.
JOHN OF GAUNT
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Oh to | what pur|pose dost | thou hoard | thy
words,
,
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That thou | returnst | no greet/ing to | thy
friends?
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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I have | too* few | to take | my leave | of you,
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When the / tongue's of|fice should | be
prod|igal,
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To breathe | the abund|ant dol|or of | the
heart.
JOHN OF GAUNT
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Thy grief | is but | thy ab|sence for | a time.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Joy^ab|sent, grief | is pres|ent for | that time.
JOHN OF GAUNT
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What is six wint|ers, they | are quick|ly gone.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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To men | in joy,| but grief | makes^one | hour*
ten.
JOHN OF GAUNT
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Call it a | travel | that thou | takst for |
pleasure.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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My heart | will sigh,| when I | miscall | it so,
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Which finds | it an | enfor|ced pilg|rimage.
JOHN OF GAUNT
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The sul|len pas|sage of | thy wea|ry steps
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Esteem | as foil,| wherein | thou art | to set
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The pre|cious je|wel of | thy home | return.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Nay* rath|er, eve|ry ted|ious stride | I make
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Will but | remem|ber me | what a deal | of world
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I wand|er from | the jew|els that | I love.
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Must^I | not serve | a long | apprent|icehood
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To for|eign pas|sages,| and in | the end,
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Having | my freed|om, boast | of noth|ing else,
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But that | I was | a journ|eyman | to grief?
JOHN OF GAUNT
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All pla|ces that | the eye | of heaven | visits,
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Are to a | wise man ports | and hap|py havens.
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Teach thy | neces|sity | to reas|on thus:
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There is no | virtue | like ne|cessi||ty.
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Think not | the king | did ban|ish thee,
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But thou | the king.| Woe doth | the heav|ier
sit,
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Where it | perceives | it is | but faint|ly
borne.
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Go say^I | sent thee | forth to | purchase |
honor ??
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And not | the king | exiled thee;| or suppose
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Devour|ing pest|ilence | hangs in | our air
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And thou | art fly|ing to | a fresh|er clime:
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Look what thy | soul holds dear,| imag|ine it
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To lie | that way | thou goest,| not whence |
thou comst:
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Suppose | the sing|ing birds | musi|cians,
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The grass | whereon | thou treadst | the
pres|ence strewed,
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The flowers fair lad|ies, and | thy steps | no
more
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Than a | delight|ful meas|ure or | a dance:
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For gnarl|ing sor|row hath | less power to bite
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The man | that mocks | at it | and sets | it
light.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Oh who | can hold | a fi|re in | his hand
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By think|ing on | the fros|ty Cau|casus?
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Or cloy | the hung|ry edge | of ap|petite,
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By bare | imag|ina|tion of | a feast?
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Or wal|low nak|ed in | Decem|ber snow
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By think|ing on | fantas|tic sum|mer's heat?
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Oh no,| the ap|prehen|sion of | the good
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Gives^but | the great|er feel|ing to | the worse:
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Fell* sor|row's tooth,| doth nev|er rank|le more
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Than when | he bites,| but lanc|eth not | the
sore.
JOHN OF GAUNT
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Come*, come |(my son)| I'll bring | thee on | thy
way.
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Had I | thy youth,| and cause,| I would | not
stay.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Then Eng|land's ground | farewell:| sweet* soil |
adieu,
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My moth|er, and | my nurse,| that bears | me yet:
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Wherere | I wand|er, boast | of this | I can,
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Though ban|ished, yet | a trueborn Eng|lishman.
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