_Gaunt._ God in thy good cause make thee prosperous![844] Be swift like lightning in the execution; And let thy blows, doubly redoubled,[845] 80 Fall like amazing thunder on the casque Of thy adverse pernicious enemy:[846] Rouse up thy youthful blood, be valiant and live.[847] _Boling._ Mine innocency and Saint George to thrive![848] _Mow._ However God or fortune cast my lot,[844] 85 There lives or dies, true to King Richard's throne,[849] A loyal, just and upright gentleman: Never did captive with a freer heart[850] Cast off his chains of bondage and embrace His golden uncontroll'd enfranchisement. 90 More than my dancing soul doth celebrate[851] This feast of battle with mine adversary. Most mighty liege, and my companion peers, Take from my mouth the wish of happy years:[852] As gentle and as jocund as to jest[853] 95 Go I to fight: truth hath a quiet breast. _K. Rich._ Farewell, my lord: securely I espy Virtue with valour couched in thine eye. Order the trial, marshal, and begin. _Mar._ Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, 100 Receive thy lance; and God defend the right![844][854] _Boling._ Strong as a tower in hope, I cry amen. _Mar._ Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.[855] _First Her._ Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,[856] Stands here for God, his sovereign and himself, 105 On pain to be found false and recreant, To prove the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray, A traitor to his God, his king and him;[857] And dares him to set forward to the fight.[858] _Sec. Her._ Here standeth Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk,[859] 110 On pain to be found false and recreant, Both to defend himself and to approve[860] Henry of Hereford, Lancaster, and Derby, To God, his sovereign and to him disloyal; Courageously and with a free desire 115 Attending but the signal to begin. _Mar._ Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants. [_A charge sounded._[861] Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.[862] _K. Rich._ Let them lay by their helmets and their spears, And both return back to their chairs again: 120 Withdraw with us: and let the trumpets sound While we return these dukes what we decree. [_A long flourish._[863]