Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · 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 · 482 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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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 Th' 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 befall 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 Hereford, what dost thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? First, heaven be the record to my speech, In the devotion of a subject's 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 hushed, and nought at all to say. First the fair reverence of your Highness curbs me, From giving reines and spurs to my free speech, Which else would post, until it had returned These terms of treason, doubly 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:
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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: Heere to make good ye boiſtrous late appeale, Which then our leyſure would not let vs heare, Againſt the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Mowbray? I haue my Liege. Tell me moreouer, haſt thou ſounded him, If he appeale the Duke on ancient malice, Or worthily as a good ſubiect ſhould On ſome knowne ground of treacherie in him. As neere as I could ſift him on that argument, On ſome apparant danger ſeene in him, Aym'd at your Highneſſe, no inueterate malice. Then call them to our preſence face to face, And frowning brow to brow, our ſelues will heare Th' accuſer, and the accuſed, freely ſpeake; High ſtomackd are they both, and full of ire, In rage, deafe as the ſea; haſtie as fire. Many yeares of happy dayes befall My gracious Soueraigne, my moſt louing Liege. Each day ſtill better others happineſſe, Vntill the heauens enuying earths good hap, Adde an immortall title to your Crowne. We thanke 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 Hereford, what doſt thou obiect Againſt the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Mowbray? Firſt, heauen be the record to my ſpeech, In the deuotion of a ſubiects loue, Tendering the precious ſafetie of my Prince, And free from other misbegotten hate, Come I appealant to this Princely preſence. Now Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee, And marke my greeting well: for what I ſpeake, My body ſhall make good vpon this earth, Or my diuine ſoule anſwer it in heauen. Thou art a Traitor, and a Miſcreant; Too good to be ſo, and too bad to liue, Since the more faire and chriſtall is the skie, The vglier ſeeme the cloudes that in it flye: Once more, the more to aggrauate the note, With a foule Traitors name ſtuffe I thy throte, And wiſh (ſo pleaſe my Soueraigne) ere I moue, What my tong ſpeaks, my right drawn ſword may proue Let not my cold words heere accuſe my zeale: 'Tis not the triall of a Womans warre, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Can arbitrate this cauſe betwixt vs twaine: The blood is hot that muſt be cool'd for this. Yet can I not of ſuch tame patience boaſt, As to be huſht, and nought at all to ſay. Firſt the faire reuerence of your Highneſſe curbes mee, From giuing reines and ſpurres to my free ſpeech, Which elſe would poſt, vntill it had return'd Theſe tearmes of treaſon, doubly downe his throat. Setting aſide his high bloods royalty, And let him be no Kinſman to my Liege, I do defie him, and I ſpit at him, Call him a ſlanderous Coward, and a Villaine: