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At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day;
SCENE II. The same. A Room in the Duke of
Enter GAUNT, and Duchess of Gloster.”
Gaunt. Alas! the part” I had in Gloster's blood
Duch. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur P
1 i. e. make them friends, reconcile them.
2 To design is to mark out, to show by a token. It is the sense of the Latin designo. ~ - .
3 The £ies of Gloster was Eleanor Bohun, widow of duke Thomas, son of Edward III.
4 i. e. my relationship of consanguinity to Gloster.
By envy’s hand, and murder's bloody axe.
1. To complain is commonly a verb neuter; but it is here used as a verb active. It is a literal translation of the old French phrase me complaindre, and is not peculiar to Shakspeare.
Farewell, old Gaunt; thy sometime brother's wife,
- .* [Exeunt.
SCENE III. Gosford Green, near Coventry. - Lists set out, and a throne. Heralds, &c. attending.
Enter the Lord Marshal, and AUMERLE.”
Mar. My lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford armed? Aum. Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in.
1 Her house in Essex. .
2 In our ancient castles the naked stone walls were only covered with tapestry or arras, hung upon tenterhooks, from which it was easily taken down on every removal of the family.
3 The duke of Norfolk was earl marshal of England; but being himself one of the combatants, the duke of Surry (Thomas ...) officiated. Shakspeare has made a slight mistake by introducing that nobleman as a distinct person from the marshal in the present drama. Edward, duke of .Aumerle (so created by his cousin-german, Richard II., in 1397), was the eldest son of Edward, duke of York, fifth son of Edward III., officiated as high constable at the lists of Coventry. He was killed at the battle of Agincourt, in 1415. - v
Mar. The duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold, Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet. Aum. Why then, the champions are prepared, and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach.
Flourish of trumpets. Enter KING RICHARD, who takes his seat on his throne; GAUNT, and several Noblemen, who take their places. A trumpet is sounded, and answered by another trumpet within.
Then enter NoFFolk, in armor, preceded by a Herald.
K. Rich. Marshal, demand of yonder champion The cause of his arrival here in arms. Ask him his name; and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause. Mar. In God's name, and the king's, say who thou art, . - r And why thou com'st, thus knightly clad in arms ? Against what man thou com'st, and what thy quarrel ? Speak truly, on thy knighthood, and thy oath; As so defend thee Heaven, and thy valor! Nor. My name is Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk;" Who hither come engaged by my oath, . o Heaven defend a knight should violate 1) oth to defend my loyalty and truth, , To God, my king, and my” succeeding issue, Against the duke of Hereford that appeals me; And, by the grace of God, and this mine arm, To prove him, in defending of myself, A traitor to my God, my king, and me : And, as I truly fight, defend me Heaven! [He takes his seat. Trumpet sounds. Enter, BoLINGBROKE, in armor;
1 The duke of Hereford, being the appellant, entered the lists first, according to the historians.
* “His succeeding issue” is the reading of the first folio: the quartos all read my.
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preceded by a Herald.
R. Rich. Marshal, ask 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, Depose him in the justice of his cause. Mar. What is thy name P and wherefore com'st thou hither, Before king Richard, in his royal lists? Against whom com'st thou? and what's thy quarrel; Speak like a true knight, so defend thee Heaven! Boling. Harry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, g To prove, by Heaven's grace, and my body's valor, In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, duke of Norfolk, That he’s a traitor, foul and dangerous, To God of heaven, king Richard, and to me: And, as I truly fight, defend me Heaven! Mar. On pain of death, no person be so bold, Or daring-hardy, as to touch the lists; Except the marshal, and such officers Appointed to direct these fair designs. Boling. Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, , And bow my knee before his majesty; For Mowbray, and myself, are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage; Then let us take a ceremonious leave, And loving farewell, of our several friends. Mar. The appellant in all duty greets your highness, And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave. R. Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our arms. Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight! Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. Boling. O, let no noble eye profane a tear For me, if I be gored with Mowbray's spear;