Enter Attendants, with Bolingbroke and Norfolk

Bolingbroke. Many years of happy days befall 20

My gracious sovereign, most loving liege !

Norfolk. Each day still better other's happiness,
I 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. —



Scene I] Richard II 25

Cousin of Hereford, what dost thou object
Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray ?
Bolingbroke. First, — heaven be the record to my

speech ! — 30

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, 40

Since the more 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.
Norfolk. /Let not my cold words here accuse my

zeal.
