_Mow._ Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal:[711] 'Tis not the trial of a woman's war, The bitter clamour of two eager tongues, Can arbitrate this cause betwixt us twain; 50 The blood is hot that must be cool'd for this: Yet can I not of such tame patience boast As to be hush'd and nought at all to say:[712] First, the fair reverence of your highness curbs me From giving reins and spurs to my free speech; 55 Which else would post until it had return'd[713] These terms of treason doubled down his throat.[714] Setting aside his high blood's royalty, And let him be no kinsman to my liege,[715] I do defy him, and I spit at him;[716] 60 Call him a slanderous coward and a villain: Which to maintain I would allow him odds, And meet him, were I tied to run afoot[717] Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps, Or any other ground inhabitable,[718] 65 Where ever Englishman durst set his foot.[719] Mean time let this defend my loyalty,[720] By all my hopes, most falsely doth he lie. _Boling._ Pale trembling coward, there I throw my gage, Disclaiming here the kindred of the king;[721] 70 And lay aside my high blood's royalty, Which fear, not reverence, makes thee to except. If guilty dread have left thee so much strength[722] As to take up mine honour's pawn, then stoop: By that and all the rites of knighthood else,[723] 75 Will I make good against thee, arm to arm, What I have spoke, or thou canst worse devise.[724] _Mow._ I take it up; and by that sword I swear, Which gently laid my knighthood on my shoulder, I'll answer thee in any fair degree, 80 Or chivalrous design of knightly trial:[725] And when I mount, alive may I not light,[726] 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[727] 85 So much as of a thought of ill in him.