_Boling._ Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true;[728] That Mowbray hath received eight thousand nobles In name of lendings for your highness' soldiers, The which he hath detain'd for lewd employments, 90 Like a false traitor and injurious villain. Besides I say and will in battle prove, Or here or elsewhere to the furthest verge That ever was survey'd by English eye, That all the treasons for these eighteen years[729] 95 Complotted and contrived in this land Fetch from false Mowbray their first head and spring.[730] Further I say and further will maintain Upon his bad life to make all this good,[731] That he did plot the Duke of Gloucester's death,[732] 100 Suggest his soon-believing adversaries, And consequently, like a traitor coward,[733] Sluiced out his innocent soul through streams of blood: Which blood, like sacrificing Abel's, cries, Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth, 105 To me for justice and rough chastisement; And, by the glorious worth of my descent,[734] This arm shall do it, or this life be spent. _K. Rich._ How high a pitch his resolution soars! Thomas of Norfolk, what say'st thou to this?[735] 110 _Mow._ O, let my sovereign turn away his face, And bid his ears a little while be deaf, Till I have told this slander of his blood,[736] How God and good men hate so foul a liar. _K. Rich._ Mowbray, impartial are our eyes and ears: 115 Were he my brother, nay, my kingdom's heir,[737] As he is but my father's brother's son,[738] Now, by my sceptre's awe, I make a vow,[739] Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Should nothing privilege him, nor partialize 120 The unstooping firmness of my upright soul:[738] He is our subject, Mowbray; so art thou: Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.