Urs. Fear not, but revenge will come We being friends, from whose dissension sprang Lord Angelo Enter ANGELO, COLONNA. Thou wilt not fail us. Ang. Surely, no! 'tis stern, [Goes up to URSINI. Revengeful, cruel, pitiless! The people To soothe the fickle people—yet he's wiser: He'll be persuaded. Fra. He approaches. Rie. Why, this Enter RIENZI attended. Is well, my lords, this full assemblage. Now Angelo Colonna, A double welcome! Rome lacked half her state Wanting her princely columns. Col. Sir, I come A suitor to thee.-Martin Ursini, Rie. When last his name was on my lips-Well, sir, Thy suit, thy suit! If pardon, take at once My answer-No, Ang. Yet, mercy Rie. Angelo, Waste not thy pleadings on a desperate cause And a resolved spirit. She awaits thee. Haste to that fairer court. My Lord Colonna, This is a needful justice. Col. Noble Tribune, It is a crime which custom Rie. Ay, the law [Exit COLONNA. Of the strong against the weak-your law, the law Sav. He is noble. Rie. Therefore, A thousand times he dies. Ye are noble, sirs, Col. Sick, almost to death. Rie. Ye have less cause to grieve. Cas. Remember, Tribune, He hath two uncles, cardinals. Wouldst outrage Rie. The lord cardinals, Meek, pious, lowly men, and loving virtue, Col. An Ursini! Head of the Ursini! Urs. Mine own brother! Rie. And darest talk thou to me of brothers? Thou, Whose groom-wouldst have me break my own just laws, To save thy brother? Thine! Hast thou forgotten When that most beautiful and blameless boy, Had open trial, is guilty, is condemned, Col. Yet listen to us Rie. Lords, If ye could range before me all the peers, One infant hanging at her breast, and two, To beg her husband's life; condemned to die There, amidst the dangerous coil, unmoved, she stood, And those poor innocent babes between the stones Sav. Yet he is noble! Let him not die a felon's death. Rie. Again, Ye weary me. No more of this. Colonna, I bid ye to the bridal feast. And now A fair good morrow! MISS MITFORD. RICHARD II. Enter KING RICHARD, JOHN OF GAUNT, and attendants. K. Rich. Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, Brought hither Henry Hereford, thy bold son; K. Rich. Tell me, moreover, hast thou sounded him, 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, Aimed at your highness-no inveterate malice. K. Rich. Then call them to our presence face to face, And frowning, brow to brow, ourselves will hear The accuser and the accused freely speak : [Exeunt some Attendants. High stomached are they both, and full of ire, In rage, deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Re-enter Attendants with BOLINGBROKE and NORFOLK. Boling. May many years of happy days befall My gracious sovereign, my most loving liege! Nor. 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. Boling. First (Heaven be the record to my speech!) Tendering the precious safety of my prince, What my tongue speaks, my right drawn sword may prove. 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, And let him be no kinsman to my liege, I do defy him, and I spit at him: Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain: Boling. Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage, Disclaiming here the kindred of a king; And lay aside my high blood's royalty, Or chivalrous design of knightly trial: And, when I mount alive, may I not light, If I be traitor, or unjustly fight! K Rich. What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge? It must be great, that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him. Boling. Look, what I said my life shall prove it true;That Mowbray has received eight thousand nobles, |