Page 2931 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Princes and noble lords,
What answer shall I make to this base man? [20]
Shall I so much dishonour my fair stars
On equal terms to give him chastisement?
Either I must, or have mine honour soil’d
With the attainder of his slanderous lips.
There is my gage, the manual seal of death, [25]
That marks thee our for hell. I say thou liest,
And will maintain what thou hast said is false
In thy heart-blood, though being all too base
To stain the temper of my knightly sword.

BOLINGBROKE

Bagot, forbear. Thou shalt not take it up. [30]

AUMERLE

Excepting one, I would he were the best
In all this presence that hath mov’d me so.

FIT ZWAT ER

If that thy valour stand on sympathy
There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine.
By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand’st [35]
I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak’st it,
That thou wert cause of noble Gloucester’s death.
If thou deniest it twenty times, thou liest,
And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,
Where it was forgèd, with my rapier’s point. [40]

AUMERLE

Thou dar’st not, coward, live to see that day.

FIT ZWAT ER

Now by my soul, I would it were this hour.

AUMERLE

Fitzwater, thou art damn’d to hell for this.

PERCY

Aumerle, thou liest. His honour is as true