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KING Richard the Second.
Duke of York,
John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, Uncles to the King:
Aumerle, Son to the Duke of York.
Earl of Salisbury.
Servants to King Richard.)
Friends to Boling
Sir Stephen Scroop,} Friends to King Richard,
Abbot of Weftminster,
Sir Pierce of Exton,
Queen to King Richard.
Dutchess of Gloucester.
Dutchess of York.
Lords in the Parliament.
Ladies, attending on the Queen.
Heralds, two Gardiners, Keeper, Messenger, Groom,
and other Attendants.
SCENE, difperfedly, in feveral Parts of England.
(1) The LIFE and DEATH of KING RICHARD II.
A C T I.
SCENE, the COURT.
Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other Nobles and Attendants.
(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 Treason, 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,
Here to make good the boift'rous late Appeal,
K. Rich. Tell me moreover, haft thou founded him, If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice,
Or worthily, as a good Subject fhould,"
On fome known ground of treachery in him?
Gaunt. As near as I could fift him on that argument, On fome apparent Danger feen in him
Aim'd at your Highness; no invet'rate malice.
K. Rich. Then call them to our prefence; face to face, And frowning brow to brow, Our felves will hear Th' accufer, and th' accufed freely speak: High-ftomach'd are they Both, and full of ires, In rage, deaf as the fea; hafty as fire.
Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray.
Boling. May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereign, my moft loving Liege! Mob. 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 caufe you come;
Namely, t'appeal each other of high Treafon..
Coufin of Hereford, what doft thou object
Tend'ring the precious fafety of my Prince,
The uglier feem the Clouds, that in it fly.
Mob. Let not my cold words here accufe my zeal ; "Tis not the tryal of a woman's war,
The bitter clamour of two eager tongues,
The blood is hot, that muft be cool'd for this.
First, the fair Rev'rence of your Highness curbs me,
I do defie him, and I fpit at him;
Call him a fland'rous coward, and a villain;
And meet him, were I ty'd to run a-foot
Boling. Pale trembling Coward, there I throw my
Disclaiming here the kindred of a King,-
(2) Or any other Ground inhabitable.] I don't know that this Word, (like the French Term, inhabitable,) will admit the two different Acceptations of a Place to be dwelt in, and not to be dwelt in: (or that it may be taken in the latter Senfe, as inbabitabilis (among the Latines) fignifies uninhabitable; tho' inbabitare fignifies only to inhabit :) and therefore I have ventur'd to read,
other Ground unhabitable.
(Which fear, not rev'rence, makes thee to except :)
Or chivalrous defign of knightly tryal;
And when I mount, alive may I not light,
K. Rich. What doth our Coufin lay to Mowbray's
It must be great, that can inherit us
So much as of a thought of Ill in him.
Boking. Look, what I faid, my life fhall prove it true;
Fetch from falfe Mowbray their firft head and spring.
Upon his bad Life to make all This good,
That he did plot the Duke of Gloucefter's death;
Suggeft his foon-believing adversaries;
And confequently, like a traitor-coward,
Sluic'd out his inn'cent foul through streams of blood;