SCENE I. London. The palace
Enter RICHARD, JOHN OF GAUNT, with other NOBLES and
attendants
KING RICHARD. Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster,
Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, Brought hither Henry Hereford,
thy bold son, Here to make good the boist\'rous late appeal, Which then our
leisure would not let us hear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas
Mowbray? GAUNT. I have, my liege. KING RICHARD. Tell me,
moreover, hast thou sounded him If he appeal the Duke on ancient malice,
Or worthily, as a good subject should, On some known ground of
treachery in him? GAUNT. As near as I could sift him on that argument,
On some apparent danger seen in him Aim\'d at your Highness-no
inveterate malice. KING RICHARD. Then call them to our presence: face
to face And frowning brow to brow, ourselves will hear The accuser and
the accused freely speak. High-stomach\'d are they both and full of ire, In
rage, deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.
Enter BOLINGBROKE and MOWBRAY
BOLINGBROKE. Many years of happy days befall My gracious
sovereign, my most loving liege! MOWBRAY. Each day still better other\'s
happiness Until the heavens, envying earth\'s good hap, Add an immortal
title to your crown! KING RICHARD. 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? BOLINGBROKE. Firstheaven
be the record to my speech! In the devotion of a subject\'s love,