LORD.I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle;
And spur thee on with full as many lies
As may be halloa’d in thy treacherous ear
From sun to sun: there is my honour’s pawn;
Engage it to the trial if thou dar’st.
AUMERLE.
Who sets me else? By heaven, I’ll throw at all:
I have a thousand spirits in one breast
To answer twenty thousand such as you.
SURREY.
My Lord Fitzwater, I do remember well
The very time Aumerle and you did talk.
FITZWATER.
‘Tis very true: you were in presence then,
And you can witness with me this is true.
SURREY.
As false, by heaven, as heaven itself is true.
FITZWATER.
Surrey, thou liest.
SURREY.
Dishonourable boy!
That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword
That it shall render vengeance and revenge
Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do lie
In earth as quiet as thy father’s skull.
In proof whereof, there is my honour’s pawn;
Engage it to the trial if thou dar’st.
FITZWATER.
How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse!
If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,
I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness,
And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies,
And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith
To tie thee to my strong correction.
As I intend to thrive in this new world,
Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal:
Besides, I heard the banish’d Norfolk say
That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men
To execute the noble duke at Calais.
AUMERLE.
Some honest Christian trust me with a gage.
That Norfolk lies, here do I throw down this,
If he may be repeal’d to try his honour.
BOLINGBROKE.
These differences shall all rest under gage
Till Norfolk be repeal’d: repeal’d he shall be
And, though mine enemy, restor’d again
To all his lands and signories; when he is return’d,
Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial.
CARLISLE.
That honourable day shall ne’er be seen.
Many a time hath banish’d Norfolk fought
For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field,
Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross
Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens;
And, toil’d with works of war, retir’d himself
To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave
His body to that pleasant country’s earth,
And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ,
Under whose colours he had fought so long.
BOLINGBROKE.
Why, Bishop, is Norfolk dead?
CARLISLE.
As surely as I live, my lord.
BOLINGBROKE.
Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom
Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants,
Your differences shall all rest under gage
Till we assign you to your days of trial
[Enter YORK, attended.]
YORK.
Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to the
From plume-pluck’d Richard; who with willing soul
Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields
To the possession of thy royal hand.
Ascend his throne, descending now from him;
And long live Henry, of that name the fourth!
BOLINGBROKE.
In God’s name, I’ll ascend the regal throne.
CARLISLE.
Marry, God forbid!
Worst in this royal presence may I speak,
Yet best beseeming me to speak the truth.
Would God that any in this noble presence
Were enough noble to be upright judge
Of noble Richard! Then true noblesse would
Learn him forbearance from so foul a wrong.
What subject can give sentence on his king?
And who sits here that is not Richard’s subject?
Thieves are not judg’d but they are by to hear,
Although apparent guilt be seen in them;
And shall the figure of God’s majesty,
His captain, steward, deputy elect,
Anointed, crowned, planted many years,
Be judg’d by subject and inferior
