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KING Richard the Second.
Duke of York,
John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster,}
Uncles to the
Bolingbroke, Son to John of Gaunt, afterwards King
Henry the Fourth.
Aumerle, Son to the Duke of York.
Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk.
Earl of Salisbury.
Abbot of Westminster.
Queen to King Richard.
Dutchess of Gloucefter.
Ladies, attending on the Queen.
Heralds, two Gardiners, Keeper, Meffenger, Groom, and other Attendants.
SCENE, difperfedly, in feveral Parts of England.
Of this the Editions, earlier bald. than the first Folio, are,
I. 4to, by Valentine Simmes, for Andrew Wife, 1598, of which I have a collation by Mr. Theo
II. 4to, for Mathew Law, 1615, from which the first Folio was printed.
The LIFE and DEATH of
KING RICHARD II.
ACT I. SCENE I.
Enter King Richard, John of Gaunt, with other Nobles and Attendants.
LD John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster, Haft thou, according to thy oath and bond, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold fon, Here to make good the boift'rous late Appeal, Which then our leifure would not let us hear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? Gaunt. I have, my liege.
K. Rich. Tell me moreover, haft thou founded him,
The Life and Death of King Richard II.] But this Hiftory comprizes little more than the Two laft Years of this Prince. The Action of the Drama begins with Bolingbroke's appealing the Duke of Norfolk, on an
Accufation of high Treason, which fell out in the Year 1398; and it clofes with the Murder of King Richard at Pomfret-Caftle towards the End of the Year 1400, or the Beginning of the enfuing Year.
If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice,
On fome known ground of treachery in him?
On fome apparent Danger feen in him
Aim'd at your Highnefs; no invet'rate malice.
K. Rich. Then call them to our prefence; face to face,
And frowning brow to brow. Ourselves will hear
Enter Bolingbroke and Mowbray.
Boling. May many years of happy days befal
K. Rich. We thank you both, yet one but flatters us, As well appeareth by the caufe you come;
Namely, t'appeal each other of high Treafon.
Tend'ring the precious fafety of my Prince,