_Surrey._ Dishonourable boy![1581] 65 That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword,[1581] That it shall render vengeance and revenge Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do lie[1582] In earth as quiet as thy father's skull: In proof whereof, there is my honour's pawn;[1583] 70 Engage it to the trial, if thou darest. _Fitz._ How fondly dost thou spur a forward horse! If I dare eat, or drink, or breathe, or live,[1584] I dare meet Surrey in a wilderness, And spit upon him, whilst I say he lies, 75 And lies, and lies: there is my bond of faith,[1585] To tie thee to my strong correction. As I intend to thrive in this new world,[1586] Aumerle is guilty of my true appeal: Besides, I heard the banish'd Norfolk say,[1587] 80 That thou, Aumerle, didst send two of thy men To execute the noble duke at Calais. _Aum._ Some honest Christian trust me with a gage, That Norfolk lies: here do I throw down this, If he may be repeal'd, to try his honour.[1588] 85 _Boling._ These differences shall all rest under gage Till Norfolk be repeal'd: repeal'd he shall be, And, though mine enemy, restored again To all his lands and signories: when he's return'd,[1589] Against Aumerle we will enforce his trial. 90 _Car._ That honourable day shall ne'er be seen.[1590] Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field,[1591] Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens; 95 And toil'd with works of war, retired himself[1592] To Italy; and there at Venice gave His body to that pleasant country's earth,[1593] And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. 100 _Boling._ Why, bishop, is Norfolk dead?[1594] _Car._ As surely as I live, my lord.[1595] _Boling._ Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the bosom[1596][1597] Of good old Abraham! Lords appellants,[1597][1598] Your differences shall all rest under gage[1597] 105 Till we assign you to your days of trial. _Enter_ YORK, _attended_.[1599] _York._ Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee[1600] From plume-pluck'd Richard; who with willing soul Adopts thee heir, and his high sceptre yields[1601] To the possession of thy royal hand: 110 Ascend his throne, descending now from him; And long live Henry, fourth of that name![1602] _Boling._ In God's name, I'll ascend the regal throne.