_Duch._ Yet one word more: grief boundeth where it falls,[798] Not with the empty hollowness, but weight:[799] I take my leave before I have begun, 60 For sorrow ends not when it seemeth done. Commend me to thy brother, Edmund York.[800] Lo, this is all:--nay, yet depart not so; Though this be all, do not so quickly go; I shall remember more. Bid him--ah, what?--[801] 65 With all good speed at Plashy visit me.[802] Alack, and what shall good old York there see[803] But empty lodgings and unfurnish'd walls, Unpeopled offices, untrodden stones? And what hear there for welcome but my groans?[804] 70 Therefore commend me; let him not come there, To seek out sorrow that dwells every where.[805] Desolate, desolate, will I hence and die:[806] The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _The lists at Coventry._ _Enter the_ Lord Marshal _and the_ DUKE of AUMERLE.[807] _Mar._ My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?[808] _Aum._ Yea, at all points; and longs to enter in. _Mar._ The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,[809] Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.[810] _Aum._ Why, then, the champions are prepared and stay 5 For nothing but his majesty's approach. _The trumpets sound, and the_ KING _enters with his nobles_, GAUNT, BUSHY, BAGOT, GREEN, _and others. When they are set, enter_ MOWBRAY _in arms, defendant, with a_ Herald.[811] _K. Rich._ Marshal, demand of yonder champion The cause of his arrival here in arms: Ask him his name and orderly proceed To swear him in the justice of his cause. 10 _Mar._ In God's name and the king's, say who thou art And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms, Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel:[812] Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath;[813] As so defend thee heaven and thy valour![814] 15 _Mow._ My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk;[815] Who hither come engaged by my oath--[816] Which God defend a knight should violate!--[817] Both to defend my loyalty and truth To God, my king and my succeeding issue,[818] 20 Against the Duke of Hereford that appeals me;[819] And, by the grace of God and this mine arm, To prove him, in defending of myself, A traitor to my God, my king, and me: And as I truly fight, defend me heaven![820] 25 _The trumpets sound. Enter_ BOLINGBROKE, _Appellant, in armour, with a_ Herald.