No Fear Act 4 Scene 1
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Bagot, forbear; thou shalt not take it up.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Bagot, restrain yourself. You will not retaliate.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

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

DUKE OF AUMERLE

Except for Bolingbroke, I wish Bagot were the most noble person here to have angered me like this.

LORD FITZWATER

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

LORD FITZWATER

If your courage depends on rank, there is my glove, Aumerle, to match your glove. I swear by the sun that shows me where you are that I heard you boast that you caused Gloucester’s death. Even if you deny it twenty times, you lie, and I’ll put that lie back in your heart, where it came from, with my sword.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

Thou darest not, coward, live to see that day.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

Coward, you wouldn’t dare do it.

LORD FITZWATER

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

LORD FITZWATER

By my soul, I wish I could do it right now.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

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

DUKE OF AUMERLE

Fitzwater, you’ll be damned to hell for this.

HENRY PERCY

45Aumerle, thou liest; his honour is as true
In this appeal as thou art all unjust;
And that thou art so, there I throw my gage,
To prove it on thee to the extremest point
Of mortal breathing: seize it, if thou darest.

HENRY PERCY

Aumerle, you lie. His accusation is as true as your denial is false. And I’ll prove that you lie by throwing down my glove. Take it up, if you dare.

DUKE OF AUMERLE

50An if I do not, may my hands rot off
And never brandish more revengeful steel
Over the glittering helmet of my foe!

DUKE OF AUMERLE

If I don’t, may my hands rot away and never again lift my sword over the helmet of my enemy!

LORD

I task the earth to the like, forsworn Aumerle;
And spur thee on with full as many lies
55As may be holloa’d in thy treacherous ear
From sun to sun: there is my honour’s pawn;
Engage it to the trial, if thou darest.

LORD

I’ll throw down my glove to you, too, lying Aumerle. And I’ll accuse you of lying right in your ear, from sunrise to sunset. There’s my pledge of honor. Pick it up, if you dare.

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