Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal:
'Tis not the trial of a woman's war,
The bitter clamour of two
Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain;
The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this:
can I not of such tame patience boast
As to be hush'd 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
These terms of treason doubled down his throat.
Setting aside his high blood's royalty,
let him be no kinsman to my liege,
I do defy him, and I spit at him;
Call him a slanderous coward and
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 ever Englishman durst set his foot.
time let this defend my loyalty,
By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie.
Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage,
Disclaiming here the kindred of the king,
And lay aside
my high blood's royalty,
Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except.
If guilty dread have left thee
so much strength
As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop:
By that and all the rites of knighthood
Will I make good against thee, arm to arm,
What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise.
I take it up; and by that sword I swear
Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder,
I'll answer thee in
any fair degree,
Or chivalrous design of knightly trial:
And when I mount, alive may I not light,
If I be traitor
or unjustly fight!
KING RICHARD II
What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge?
It must be great that can inherit us
So much as of a thought
of ill in him.
Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true;
That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles
of lendings for your highness' soldiers,
The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments,
Like a false
traitor and injurious villain.
Besides I say and will in battle prove,
Or here or elsewhere to the furthest
That ever was survey'd by English eye,
That all the treasons for these eighteen years
and contrived in this land
Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.
Further I say and further
Upon his bad life to make all this good,
That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death,
his soon-believing adversaries,
And consequently, like a traitor coward,
Sluiced out his innocent soul through
streams of blood:
Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries,
Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth,
me for justice and rough chastisement;
And, by the glorious worth of my descent,
This arm shall do it, or
this life be spent.
KING RICHARD II
How high a pitch his resolution soars!
Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?
O, let my sovereign turn away his face
And bid his ears a little while be deaf,
Till I have told this slander
of his blood,
How God and good men hate so foul a liar.
KING RICHARD II
Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears:
Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir,
As he is but my
father's brother's son,
Now, by my sceptre's awe, I make a vow,
Such neighbour nearness to our sacred
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