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The life and death of King Richard II
Mow. Each day still better other's happiness ; Until the heavens, envying earth's good hap, Add an immortal title to your crown !
K. Rich. We thank you both : yet one but flatters us, As well appeareth by the cause you come ; Namely, to appeal each other of high treason. Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ?
Boling. First, heaven be the record to my speech ! In the devotion of a subject's love, Tendering the precious safety of my prince, And free from other misbegotten hate, Come I appellant to this princely presence. Now, Thomas Mowbray, do I turn to thee, And mark my greeting well ; for what I speak My body shall make good upon this earth, Or my divine soul answer it in heaven. Thou art a traitor and a miscreant, Too good to be so and too bad to live, Since the mor^ fair and crystal is the sky, The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly. Once more, the more to aggravate the note, With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat ; And wish, so please my sovereign, ere I move, What my tongue speaks my right drawn sword may prove.
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