{"product_id":"2940012995407","title":"The Life and Death of King Richard the Second","description":"Actus Primus, Scaena Prima.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEnter King Richard, Iohn of Gaunt, with other Nobles and\u003cbr\u003eAttendants.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  King Richard. Old Iohn of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster,\u003cbr\u003eHast thou according to thy oath and band\u003cbr\u003eBrought hither Henry Herford thy bold son:\u003cbr\u003eHeere to make good y boistrous late appeale,\u003cbr\u003eWhich then our leysure would not let vs heare,\u003cbr\u003eAgainst the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Mowbray?\u003cbr\u003e  Gaunt. I haue my Liege\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   King. Tell me moreouer, hast thou sounded him,\u003cbr\u003eIf he appeale the Duke on ancient malice,\u003cbr\u003eOr worthily as a good subiect should\u003cbr\u003eOn some knowne ground of treacherie in him\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Gaunt. As neere as I could sift him on that argument,\u003cbr\u003eOn some apparant danger seene in him,\u003cbr\u003eAym'd at your Highnesse, no inueterate malice\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Kin. Then call them to our presence face to face,\u003cbr\u003eAnd frowning brow to brow, our selues will heare\u003cbr\u003eTh' accuser, and the accused, freely speake;\u003cbr\u003eHigh stomack'd are they both, and full of ire,\u003cbr\u003eIn rage, deafe as the sea; hastie as fire.\u003cbr\u003eEnter Bullingbrooke and Mowbray.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  Bul. Many yeares of happy dayes befall\u003cbr\u003eMy gracious Soueraigne, my most louing Liege\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Mow. Each day still better others happinesse,\u003cbr\u003eVntill the heauens enuying earths good hap,\u003cbr\u003eAdde an immortall title to your Crowne\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   King. We thanke you both, yet one but flatters vs,\u003cbr\u003eAs well appeareth by the cause you come,\u003cbr\u003eNamely, to appeale each other of high treason.\u003cbr\u003eCoosin of Hereford, what dost thou obiect\u003cbr\u003eAgainst the Duke of Norfolke, Thomas Mowbray?\u003cbr\u003e  Bul. First, heauen be the record to my speech,\u003cbr\u003eIn the deuotion of a subiects loue,\u003cbr\u003eTendering the precious safetie of my Prince,\u003cbr\u003eAnd free from other misbegotten hate,\u003cbr\u003eCome I appealant to this Princely presence.\u003cbr\u003eNow Thomas Mowbray do I turne to thee,\u003cbr\u003eAnd marke my greeting well: for what I speake,\u003cbr\u003eMy body shall make good vpon this earth,\u003cbr\u003eOr my diuine soule answer it in heauen.\u003cbr\u003eThou art a Traitor, and a Miscreant;\u003cbr\u003eToo good to be so, and too bad to liue,\u003cbr\u003eSince the more faire and christall is the skie,\u003cbr\u003eThe vglier seeme the cloudes that in it flye:\u003cbr\u003eOnce more, the more to aggrauate the note,\u003cbr\u003eWith a foule Traitors name stuffe I thy throte,\u003cbr\u003eAnd wish (so please my Soueraigne) ere I moue,\u003cbr\u003eWhat my tong speaks, my right drawn sword may proue\u003cbr\u003e  Mow. Let not my cold words heere accuse my zeale:\u003cbr\u003e'Tis not the triall of a Womans warre,\u003cbr\u003eThe bitter clamour of two eager tongues,\u003cbr\u003eCan arbitrate this cause betwixt vs twaine:\u003cbr\u003eThe blood is hot that must be cool'd for this.\u003cbr\u003eYet can I not of such tame patience boast,\u003cbr\u003eAs to be husht, and nought at all to say.\u003cbr\u003eFirst the faire reuerence of your Highnesse curbes mee,\u003cbr\u003eFrom giuing reines and spurres to my free speech,\u003cbr\u003eWhich else would post, vntill it had return'd\u003cbr\u003eThese tearmes of treason, doubly downe his throat.\u003cbr\u003eSetting aside his high bloods royalty,\u003cbr\u003eAnd let him be no Kinsman to my Liege,\u003cbr\u003eI do defie him, and I spit at him,\u003cbr\u003eCall him a slanderous Coward, and a Villaine:\u003cbr\u003eWhich to maintaine, I would allow him oddes,\u003cbr\u003eAnd meete him, were I tide to runne afoote,\u003cbr\u003eEuen to the frozen ridges of the Alpes,\u003cbr\u003eOr any other ground inhabitable,\u003cbr\u003eWhere euer Englishman durst set his foote.\u003cbr\u003eMeane time, let this defend my loyaltie,\u003cbr\u003eBy all my hopes most falsely doth he lie","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079226245360,"sku":"2940012995407","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012995407_p0.jpg?v=1763575360","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012995407","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}