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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: The trumpets found. Enter Bolingbroke, appellant, in armour, K. Rich. Marihal, afk yonder knight in arms, Both who he is, and why he cometh hither, Thus plated in habiliments of war: And formally, according to our law, Depofe him in the juftice of his caufe. [hither, Mar. What is thy name, and wherefore com'ft thou Before King Richard, in his Royal lifts ? [To Boling. Againft whom comeft thou ? and what’s thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight, fo defend thee Heav'n ! Boling. Harry of Hereford, Laacajler, and Derby, Am I, who ready here do ftand in arms, To prove, by Heav'n’s grace and my body’s valour, In lifts, on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolk, That he ‘s a traitor foul and dangerous, To God of heav'n, King Richard, and to me; And, as I truly fight, defend me Heav'n ! Mar. On pain of death, no perfon be fo bold, Or daring-hardy, as to touch the lifts,
Except the Marftial, and fuch officers Appointed to direfl thefe fair defigns. Baling. Lord Marfhal, let me kifs my Sovereign’ And bow my knee before his Majefty: fhand, For Mowbray and myfelf are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage; Then Jet us take a ceremonious leave, And loving farewel, of our feveral friends. Mar, Th'appellant in all duty greets your Highnefs, To K. Rich. And craves to kifs your hand, and take his leave. K. Rich. We will defcend, and fold him in our arms. Coufin of Hereford, as thy caufe is right, So be thy fortune in this Royal fight! Farewel, my blood; which if to-day thou fhed, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. Boling. Oh, let no noble eye profane a tear For me, if I be gor’d with Mowbray’s fpear: As confident, as is the faulcon’s flight Aginft a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. . My loving Lord, I take my leave of Of you, my noble couii…
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: The trumpets found. Enter Bolingbroke, appellant, in armour, K. Rich. Marihal, afk yonder knight in arms, Both who he is, and why he cometh hither, Thus plated in habiliments of war: And formally, according to our law, Depofe him in the juftice of his caufe. [hither, Mar. What is thy name, and wherefore com'ft thou Before King Richard, in his Royal lifts ? [To Boling. Againft whom comeft thou ? and what’s thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight, fo defend thee Heav'n ! Boling. Harry of Hereford, Laacajler, and Derby, Am I, who ready here do ftand in arms, To prove, by Heav'n’s grace and my body’s valour, In lifts, on Thomas Mowbray Duke of Norfolk, That he ‘s a traitor foul and dangerous, To God of heav'n, King Richard, and to me; And, as I truly fight, defend me Heav'n ! Mar. On pain of death, no perfon be fo bold, Or daring-hardy, as to touch the lifts,
Except the Marftial, and fuch officers Appointed to direfl thefe fair defigns. Baling. Lord Marfhal, let me kifs my Sovereign’ And bow my knee before his Majefty: fhand, For Mowbray and myfelf are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage; Then Jet us take a ceremonious leave, And loving farewel, of our feveral friends. Mar, Th'appellant in all duty greets your Highnefs, To K. Rich. And craves to kifs your hand, and take his leave. K. Rich. We will defcend, and fold him in our arms. Coufin of Hereford, as thy caufe is right, So be thy fortune in this Royal fight! Farewel, my blood; which if to-day thou fhed, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead. Boling. Oh, let no noble eye profane a tear For me, if I be gor’d with Mowbray’s fpear: As confident, as is the faulcon’s flight Aginft a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. . My loving Lord, I take my leave of Of you, my noble couii…