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I flewe him not but to my owne difgrace,
Neglected my fworne duety in that cafer
For you my noble Lord of Lancaster,
The honourable father to my foe,
Once did I lay an ambusbe for your life,
A trefpalle that doth vex my grieved foulet
But ere I laft receisde the Sacrament,
I did confeffe it, and exactly begd
Your graces pardon,and I hope I had it.
This is my fault, as for the relt appeald
It iffucsfrom the rancour of a villaine,
A recreant and moft degenerate traitour,
Which in my felfe I boldly will defende,
And enterchangeably hurle downe my gage
Vpon this ouerweening traitors foote,
To proue my felfe a loyal Gentleman.

Euen in the beft bloud chamberd in his bofore,
In hafte wherof most hartily I pray
Your highnes to afsigne our triall day.

King, Wrath kindled gentleman be ruled by me,
Lets purge this choler without letting bloud,
This we prefcribe though no Phifition,
Deepe malice makes too deepe incision,
Forget forgive, conclude and be agreed,
Our doctors fay,this is no month to bleede:
Good Vnckle let this ende where it begonne,
Weele calme the Duke of Norfolke,you your fonne.
Gaunt. To be a make-peace shal become my age,
Throw downe (my found) the Duke of Norfolkes gage.
King, And Norfolke throw downe his.
Gaunt. When Harry?when obedience bids,
Obedience bids I fhould not bid againe.

King, Norfolke throw downe we bid, there is no boote.
Mow. My felte I throw dread foueraigne at thy foots,
My life thou shalt command,but noi my thame,
The one my duety owes,but my faire name
Delpight of death that lines vpon my grane,

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To darke difhonours vle thou shalt not haue:
I am difgrafte, impeacht,and baffuld heere,
Pierft to the foule with Slaunders venomd fpeare,
The which no balme can cure but his heart bloud
Which breathde this poyfon.

King. Rageurufl be withstoode,

Mowb. Yea but not change his spots: take but my shame,

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Giue me his gage; Lions make Leopards tame.

And I refigne my gage, my deare deare Lord,

Is fpotleffe Reputation that away

The pureft treafure mortall times afford.

Men are but guilded loame, or painted clay.
A iewel! in a ten times bard vp cheft,
Is a bold fpirit in a loyall breaft:

Mine honour is my life,both grow in one,
Take honour from me,and my life is done:
Then(deare my Licge) mine honour let me trie.
In that I liue,and for that will I die.

King. Coofin,throw vp your gage, do you beginne.
Bull. O God defend my foule from fuch deepe finne,
Shall I feeme Creft-fallen in my fathers fight!
Or with pale beggar-feate impeach my height,
Before this out-darde Daftard? ere my tong
Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong,
Or found fo bare a parlee, my teeth shall teare
The fluish motiue ofrecanting feare,
And fpit it bleeding in his high difgrace,

Where Shame doth harbour cuen in Mowbraies face.

King, We were not borne to fue, but to commaund,

Which fince we cannot do, to make you friends,
Be ready as your liues fhall anfwere it,
At Couentry vpon faint Lamberts day,

There fhail your fwords and launces arbitrate

The fwelling difference of your fetled hate,
Since we cannot atone you, we shall fee
Iuftice defigne the Victors chiualrie,

Lord Marthal, commaund our Officers at Armes.

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Edwards feuen fonnes whereof thy felfe art one,
Were as feuen viols of his facred bloud,

Or feuen faire branches springing from one roote:
Some of those feuen are dried by natures course,
Some of those branches by the Deftinies cut:
But Thomas my deare Lord,my life, my Glocefter,
One violl full of Edwards facred bloud,
One flourishing branch of his moft royall roote
Is crackt, and all the precious liquor (pilt,

Is hackt downe, and his fummer leaucs all faded
By Enuies hand, and Murders bloudy axe.
Ah Gaunt, his bloud was thine. that bed, that womb,
That mettall, that felfe mould, that fashioned thee
Made him a man: and though thou liueft and breatheft,
Yet art thou Blaine in him, thou dooft confent
Infome large measure to thy fathers death,
In that thou feeft thy wretched brother die,
Who was the modell of thy fathers life.
Call it not patience Gaunt, it is difpaire,
In fuffring thus thy brother to be flaughtred,
Thou fheweft the naked pathway to thy life.
Teaching fterne Murder how to butcher thee:
That which in meane nien we intitle Patience.
Is pale cold Cowardice in noble breasts.

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Gaunt To God the widdowes Champion and defence,
Dach. Why then will; farewell olde Gaunt,
Thou goeft to Coventry,there to behold
Our Coolen Hereford and fell Mowbray fight-
Ofer my husbands wronges on Herefords speare,
That it may enter butchers Mowbraics breft:
Or if milfortune mille the fitft carier,

Be Mowbraies finnes fo heauy in his bofome
That they may breake his foming courfers backe
And throw the rider headlong in the liftes.
A caitiue recreant to my Coolen Hereford,
Farewell old Gaunt,thy fometimes brothers wife,
With her companion Griefe muft end her life.

Gaunt Sifter farewell,I must to Country,

Duch. Yet one word inort,griete boundeth where is fais,

As much good flay with thee, as go with me.

Not with the emp: mes, hollownes, but weight:
I take my leaue before. 1 haue begone,

For forrow endej not when it feemeth done:
Commend me to thy brother Edmund Yorke,
Lo this is all: nay yet depart not fo
Though this be al, doe not fo quickly go:
1 fhall remember more: Bid him, ah what?
With all good speede at Piafhie vifite me,
Alacke and what fhall good olde Yorke there fee,
But capty lodgings and vnifurnisht wals,
Vnpeopled offices.vntrodden stones,

And what cheere there for welcone but my grones?
Therfore commend me, let him not come there,

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Mar. My Lord Aumerle is Harry Herford armde?
Anm. Yea at all points, and longs to enter in.
Mar. The Duke of Norfolke (prightfully and bold,
Staies but the fummons of the appellants trumpet,

Aum. Why then the Champions are prepard and stay
For nothing but his maiefties approach.
The trumpets found and the King enters "with his nobles,when

they are fet enter the Duke of Norfolke in armes defendent,
King Marthall demaunde of yonder Champion
The caufe of his arriuall here in armes,
Aske him his name, and orderly proceede
To fweare him in the iuftice of his caufe.

Mar. In Gods name and the Kings fay who thou art,
And why thou comest thus knightly clad in årmes,
Against what man thou comit and what thy quarell.
Speake truly on thy knighthoode, and thy oti

As fo defend the heaten and thy valour.

Mow. My name is Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolke,
Who hither come ingaged by my oath,

(Which God defende a Knight should violate)
Both to defend my loyalty and truth,
To God,my King, and my fucceeding illue.
Against the Duke of Herford that appeales me.
And by the grace of God, and this mine arme,
To proue him in defending of my lelfe,
A traitour to my God, my King, and me,
And as I truely fight,defend me heauen.

The trumpets found Enter Duke of Hereford
appellant in armouT

King Marshall aske yonder Knight in armes,

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