_Mow._ Yea, but not change his spots: take but my shame,[757] 175 And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord,[758] The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation: that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.[759] A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest[760] Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast. 180 Mine honour is my life; both grow in one; Take honour from me, and my life is done: Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try; In that I live and for that will I die. 185 _K. Rich_. Cousin, throw up your gage; do you begin.[761] _Boling_. O, God defend my soul from such deep sin![762] Shall I seem crest-fallen in my father's sight? Or with pale beggar-fear impeach my height[763] Before this out-dared dastard? Ere my tongue[764] 190 Shall wound my honour with such feeble wrong,[765] Or sound so base a parle, my teeth shall tear[766] The slavish motive of recanting fear, And spit it bleeding in his high disgrace, Where shame doth harbour, even in Mowbray's face.[767] 195 [_Exit Gaunt._ _K. Rich._ We were not born to sue, but to command; Which since we cannot do to make you friends, Be ready, as your lives shall answer it,[768] At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert's day:[769] There shall your swords and lances arbitrate 200 The swelling difference of your settled hate: Since we can not atone you, we shall see[770] Justice design the victor's chivalry.[771] Lord marshal, command our officers at arms[772] Be ready to direct these home alarms. [_Exeunt._[773] 205 SCENE II. _The_ DUKE of LANCASTER'S _palace_.[774] _Enter_ JOHN of GAUNT _with the_ DUCHESS of GLOUCESTER. _Gaunt._ Alas, the part I had in Woodstock's blood[775] Doth more solicit me than your exclaims, To stir against the butchers of his life! But since correction lieth in those hands Which made the fault that we cannot correct, 5 Put we our quarrel to the will of heaven; Who, when they see the hours ripe on earth,[776] Will rain hot vengeance on offenders' heads.[777]