Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1595 (Annals) tragedy; history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 537 words
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Old Iohn of Gaunt time honoured Lancaster, Hast thou according to thy oath and band Brought hither Henry Herford thy bold son, Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Which then our leisure would not let us hear Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? I have my Liege. Tell me moreover hast thou sounded him, If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice, Or worthily as a good subject should On some known ground of treachery in him. As near as I could sift him on that argument, On some apparent danger seen in him, Aimed at your highness, no inveterate malice. Then call them to our presence face to face, And frowning brow to brow ourselves will hear. The accuser and the accused freely speak: High stomached are they both and full of ire, In rage, deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Many years of happy days be fall, My gracious sovereign my most loving liege. Each day still better others happiness, Until the heavens envying earth's good hap, Add an immortal title to your Crown. We Thank you both, yet one but flatters us, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Namely to appeal each other of high treason: Cousin of Herford, what dost thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk Thomas Mowbray? First, heaven be the record to my speech, In the devotion of a subjects love, Tendering the precious safety of my Prince, And free from other misbegotten hate, Come I appellant to this princely presence. Now Thomas Mowbray do I turn to thee, And mark my greeting well: for what I speak My body shall make good upon this earth, Or my divine soul answer it in heaven: Thou art a traitor and a miscreant, Too good to be so, and too bad to live, Since the more fair and crystal is the sky, The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly: Once more, the more to aggravate the note, With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat, And wish (so please my Sovereign) ere I move, What my tongue speaks, my right drawn sword may prove. Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal, 'tis not the trial of a woman's war, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain, The blood is hot that must be cooled for this, Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, As to be huisht, and nought at all to say. First the fair reverence of your Highness curbs me, From giving reins and spurs to my free speech, Which else would post until it had returned, These terms of treason doubled down his throat: Setting aside his high bloods royalty, And let him be no kinsman to my Liege, I do defy him, and I spit at him, Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain, Which to maintain, I would allow him odds, And meet him were I tied to run afoot, Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, Or any other ground inhabitable, Where over Englishman durst set his foot, Mean time, let this defend my loyalty, By all my hopes most falsely doth he lie.
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OVld Iohn of Gaunt time honoured Lancaster, Hast thou according to thy oath and bande Brought hither Henrie Herford thy bolde sonne, Here to make good the boistroate appeale, Which then our leysure would not let vs heare Against the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Moubray? I haue my Leige. Tell me moreouer hast thou sounded him, If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice, Or worthy as a good subiect should On some knowne ground of treacherie in him. As neere as I could sift hi on that argument, On some appaent daunger seene in him, Aimde at your highnes, no inueterate malice. Then call them to our presence face to face, And frowning brow to brow our selues will heare. The accuser and the accused freely speake: High stomackt are they both and full of ire, In rage, deafe as the sea, hastie as fire. Manie yeares of happie daies be fall, My gratious soueraigne my most louing liege. Each day still better others happines, Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap, Adde an immortall title to your Crowne. We thnke you both, yet one but flatters vs, As well appeareth by the cause you come; Namely to appeale each other of high treason: Coosin of , what dost thou obiect Against the Duke of Norffolke Thomas Mowbray? First, heauen be the record to my speech, In the deuotion of a subiects loue, Tendring the pretious safetie of my Prince, And free from other misbegotten hate, Come I appellant to this princely presence. Now Thomas Mowbray do I tur to thee, And marke my greeting well: for what I speake My body shall make good vpon this earth, Or my diuine sole answer it in heauen: Thou art a traitour and a miscreant, Too good to be so, and too bad to liue, Since the more faire and cristall is the skie, The vglier seeme the cloudes that in it fle: Once more, the more to aggrauate the note, With a foule trators name stuffe I thy throte, And wish (so please my Soueraigne) ere I moue, What my tong speaks, my right drawen sword may prou. Let not my cold wordes here accuse my zeale, Tis not the triall of a womans warre, The bitter clamour of two eger tongues Can arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine, The bloud is hote that must be coold for this, Yet can I not of such tame patience boast, As to be huisht, and naught at all to say. First the faire reuerence of your Highnesse curbs me, From giuing reines and spurtes to my free speech, Which else would post vntill it had eturnd, These termes of treaso doubled downe his throat: Setting aside his high blouds royaltie, And let him be no kinsman to my Liege, I do defie him, and I spit at him, Call him a slaunderous coward, and a villaine, Which to maintaine, I would allow him ods, And meete him were I tied to runne afoote, Euen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes, Or any other ground inhabitable, Where ouer Englishman durst set his foote, Meane time, let this defend my loyaltie, By all my hopes most falsly doth he lie.