Now swallow down that lie. For Gloucester's death, 132
I slew him not; but to mine own disgrace
Neglected my sworn duty in that case.
For you, my noble Lord of Lancaster,
The honourable father to my foe, 136
Once did I lay an ambush for your life,
A that doth vex my grieved soul;
But ere I last receiv'd the sacrament
I did confess it, and begg'd 140
Your Grace's pardon, and I hope I had it.
This is my fault: as for the rest appeal'd,
It issues from the rancour of a villain,
A recreant and most degenerate traitor; 144
Which in myself I boldly will defend,
And hurl down my gage
Upon this overweening traitor's foot,
To prove myself a loyal gentleman 148
Even in the best blood chamber'd in his bosom.
In haste , most heartily I pray
Your highness to assign our trial day.
K. Rich. Wrath-kindled gentlemen, be rul'd by me; 152
Let's purge this without letting blood:
This we prescribe, though no physician;
Deep malice makes too deep incision:
Forget, forgive; and be agreed, 156
Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.
Good uncle, let this end where it begun;
We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.
Gaunt. To be a make-peace shall become my age: 160
138 trespass: offense
140 exactly: in express terms
146 interchangeably: reciprocally
150 whereof: towards this event
153 choler; cf. n.
156 conclude: come to an understanding