From giving reins and fpurs to my free fpeech; And let him be no kinfman to iny Liege, Call him a fland'rous coward, and a villain; Boling. Pale trembling Coward, there I throw my Difclaiming here the kindred of a King, Which fear, not rev'rence, makes thee to except. Morb. I take it up, and by that Sword I fwear, Or chivalrous defign of knightly tryal; And when I mount, alive may I not light, If I be traitor, or unjustly fight! K. Rich. What doth our Coufin fay to Mowbray's. charge? It must be great, that can inherit us *Inhabitable.] That is, not babitable, uninhabitable. Or here, or elsewhere, to the furtheft verge, And confequently, like a traitor coward, Sluic'd out his inn'cent foul through streams of blood; K. Rich. How high a pitch his refolution foars! Till I have told this Slander of his blood, K. Rich. Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears. Now by (3) my Scepter's awe, I make a vow, Mowb. Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart, Through the falfe paffage of thy throat, thou lieft! Three parts of that Receipt I had for Calais, Disburit I to his Highnefs' foldiers; The other part referv'd I by confent, Upon remainder of a dear account, Since laft I went to France to fetch his Queen. Now, fwallow down that Lie.For Gloucefter's death, (3) My Scepter's awe.] The reverence due to my Scepter. I flew I flew him not; but, to mine own difgrace, Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bofom. Your Highness to affign our tryal day. K. Rich. Wrath-kindled Gentlemen, be rul'd by me; Let's purge this Choler without letting bloc (4) This we prefcribe, though no phyfcian; Obedience bids, I fhould not bid again. K. Rich. Norfolk, throw down, we bid; there is no boot *. (4) This we preferibe, though no Phyfician, &c.] I must make one Remark, in general, on the Rhymes throughout this whole play; they are fo much inferior to the reft of the writing, that they appear to me of a different hand. What confirms this, is, that the context does every where exactly (and frequently much better) connect without the inferted rhymes, except in a very few places; and just there too, the rhyming verfes are of a much better tafte than all the others, which rather ftrengthens my conjecture. Pop. *No boot. That is, no advantage, mufe, in delay or refufal. B 4 Mowb. Mowb. Myfelf I throw, dread Sovereign, at thy foot. 1 My life thou fhalt.command, but not my Shame; The one my duty owes; but (5) my fair Name, Defpight of death, That lives upon my Grave, To dark difhonour's ufe thou shalt not have. I am difgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffled here, Pierc'd to the foul with flander's venom'd fpear: The which no balm can cure, but his heart-blood Which breath'd this poison. K. Rich. Rage must be withstood. Give me his gage. Lions make Leopards tame. Mowb. Yea, but not change their spots. Take but my fhame, And I refign my gage. My dear, dear Lord, Mine Honour is my life, both grow in one; K. Rich. Coufin, throw down your gage; do you begin. Boling. Oh, heav'n defend my foul from fuch foul fin! Shall I feem creft-fall'n in my father's fight, (6) Or with pale beggar face impeach my height, Before this out-dar'd Daftard? Ere my tongue Shall wound my Honour with fuch feeble wrong, Or found fo bafe a parle, my teeth fhall tear (7) The flavish motive of recanting fear, And fpit it bleeding, in his bigh difgrace, Where fhame doth harbour, ev'n in Mowbray's face. [Exit Gaunt, (5) My fair Name, &c.] That is, My name that lives on my grave in defpight of death. This eafy paffage most of the Editors seem to have mistaken. (6) Or with pale beggar face-] i. e. with a face of fupplication. But this will not fatisfy the Oxford Editor, he turns it to a haggard fear. WARBURTON. WARB. (7) The flavih motive-] Motive, for inftrument, Rather that which fear puts in motion. K. Rich. K. Rich. We were not born to fue, but to command, Which fince we cannot do to make you friends, Be ready, as your lives fhall anfwer it, At Coventry upon Saint Lambert's day. There fhall your Swords and Lances arbitrate The fwelling diff'rence of your fettled hate. Since we cannot atone you, you fhall fee Juftice decide the Victor's Chivalry. Lord Marfhal, bid our officers at Arms Be ready to direct thefe home-alarms. Gaunt. SCENE III. Changes to the Duke of Lancaster's Palace. [Exeunt. A Las! the part I had in Glo'fter's blood Doth more follicit me, than your Ex- To ftir against the butchers of his life. Or fev'n fair branches, fpringing from one root: Ah, Gaunt his blood was thine; that bed, that womb, *The part I had.] That is, my relation of confanguinity, to Gloucefter. B 5 HANMER That |