Faulc. Let it be fo; and you, my noble Prince,
With other Princes that may best be fpar'd,
Shall wait upon your father's Funeral.

Henry. At Worcester must his body be interr'd,
For fo he will'd it.

Faulc. Thither fhall it then.d

And happily may your fweet felf put on
The lineal State, and Glory of the Land!
To whom, with all fubmiffion on my knee,
I do bequeath my faithful fervices,
And true fubjection everlastingly.

Sal. And the like tender of our love we make,
To reft without a Spot for evermore.

Henry. I have a kind foul, that would give you thanks, And knows not how to do it, but with tears.

Faulc. Oh, let us pay the time but needful woe, Since it hath been before-hand with our griefs. This England never did, nor never fhall, Lye at the proud foot of a Conqueror, But when it firft did help to wound it felf. Now thefe her Princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we fhall fhock them! Nought fhall make us rue, If England to it felf do reft but true.

[Exeunt omnes.

THE

LIFE and D E ATH

O F

RICHARD

THE

SECOND.

KING Richard the Second.

Duke of York,

John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, Uncles to the King. Bolingbroke, Son to John of Gaunt, afterwards King Henry the Fourth.

Aumerle, Son to the Duke of York.

Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.

Earl of Salisbury.

Earl of Barkley.

Bushy,2

Bagot,

Servants to King Richard.

Green,

Heralds, two Gardiners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom, and other Attendants.

SCENE, difperfedly, in feveral Parts of

England.

THE

(1) The LIFE and DEATH of

KING RICHARD II.

ACTI.

SCENE,

the COURT.

Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other Nobles and Attendants.

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King RICHA R D.

LD John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster,
Haft thou, according to thy oath and bond,
Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold fon,
Here to make good the boift'rous late Ap-
peal,

Which then our leifure would not let us hear,
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
Gaunt. I have, my liege.

(1) The Life and Death of King Richard II.] But this Hiftory comprizes little more than the Two laft Years of this unfortunate Prince. The Action of the Drama begins with Bolingbroke's appealing the Duke of Norfolk, on an Accufation of high Treafon, which fell out in the Year 1398; and it clofes with the Murder of King Richard at Pomfret Castle, towards the End of the Year 1400, or the Beginning of the enfuing Year. Mr. Gildon acknowledges, that Shakespeare has drawn K. Richard's Character according to the beft Accounts of Hiftory; that is, infolent, proud, and thoughtless in Profperity; dejected, and defponding on the Appearance of Danger.- But whatever Blemishes he had either in Temper or Conduct, the Diftreffes of his latter Days, the Double Divorce from his Throne and Queen, are painted in fuch ftrong Colours, that those Blemishes are loft in the Shade of his Misfortunes; and our Compaffion for Him wipes out the Memory of fuch Spots, quas humana parùm cavit Natura.

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K. Rich.

K. Rich. Tell me moreover, haft thou founded him, If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice,

Or worthily, as a good Subject should,

On fome known ground of treachery in him?

Gaunt. As near as I could fift him on that argument, On fome apparent Danger seen in him

Aim'd at your Highness; no invet'rate malicé.

K. Rich. Then call them to our presence; face to face, And frowning brow to brow, Our felves will hear Th' accufer, and th' accused freely fpeak: High-ftomach'd are they Both, and full of ire; In rage, deaf as the fea; hafty as fire.

Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray.

Boling. May many years of happy days befal My gracious Soveraign, my moft loving Liege! Mowb. Each day ftill better other's happiness; Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Add an immortal title to your Crown!

K. Rich. We thank you both, yet one but flatters us, 'As well appeareth by the cause you come;

Namely, t appeal each other of high Treafon.
Coufin of Hereford, what doft thou object
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray?
Boling. Firft, (Heaven be the record to my fpeech!)
In the devotion of a Subject's love,

Tend'ring the precious fafety of my Prince,
And free from other mif-begotten hate,
Come I Appellant to this princely prefence.
Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee,
And mark my Greeting well; for what I fpeak,
My body shall make good upon this earth,
Or my divine foul anfwer it in heav'n.
Thou art a traitor and a miscreant;
Too good to be fo, and too bad to live;
Since, the more fair and cryftal is the Sky,
The uglier feem the Clouds, that in it fly.
Once more, the more to aggravate the Note,
With a foul Traytor's Name ftuff I thy throat:

And