From Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Oxford 1911)/Volume 4/The Tragedy of King Richard the Second by Oxford 1911

:O! let no noble eye profane a tear :For me, if I be gor'd with Mowbray's spear. :As confident as is the falcon's flight :Against a bird, do I with Mowbray fight. :My loving lord, I take my leave of you; :Of you, my noble cousin, Lord Aumerle; :Not sick, although I have to do with death, :But lusty, young, and cheerly drawing breath. :Lo! as at English feasts, so I regreet :The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet: :O thou, the earthly author of my blood, :Whose youthful spirit, in me regenerate, :Doth with a twofold vigour lift me up :To reach at victory above my head, :Add proof unto mine armour with thy prayers, :And with thy blessings steel my lance's point, :That it may enter Mowbray's waxen coat, :And furbish new the name of John a Gaunt, :Even in the lusty haviour of his son.

Bolingbroke Monologue from Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Oxford 1911)/Volume 4/The Tragedy of King Richard the Second

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