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The Hollow CrownS01Lets talk of graves,of worms and epitaphs,Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.Let us sit upon the groundAnd tell sad storiesof the death of kings.How some have beendeposed; some slain in war;Some haunted by theghosts they have deposed;Some poisoned by theirwives; some sleeping killed.All murdered.Old John of Gaunt,time-honoured Lancaster.Hast thou brought hitherHenry Hereford,thy bold son,Here to make good theboisterous late appealWhich then our leisurewould not let us hearAgainst the Duke ofNorfolk, Thomas Mowbray?I have,my liege.Tell me,moreover, hast thou sounded himIf he appeal the Duke on ancient malice,Or worthily, as a good subject should,On some known groundof treachery in him?As far as I could sifthim on that argument,On some apparent danger seen in the DukeAimed at your highness.Then call them to our presence.Face to face,And frowning brow tobrow, ourselves will hearThe accuser and theaccused freely speak.Many years of happy days befallMy gracious sovereign,my most loving liege!Each day still better others happinessUntil the heavens,envying earths good hap,Add an immortal title to your crown!We thank you both.Yet one but flatters us,As well appeareth by the cause you come,Namely,to appeal eachother of high treason.Cousin of Hereford,What dost thou objectAgainst the Duke ofNorfolk, Thomas Mowbray?First- heaven be the record to my speech!In the devotion of a subjects love,And free from other misbegotten hate,Come I appellant tothis princely presence.Now,ThomasMowbray, do I turn to thee,And mark my greetingwell; for what I speakMy body shall make good upon this earth,Or my divine soul answer it in heaven.Thou art a traitor and a miscreant,Too good to be so, and too bad to live,Since the more fairand crystal is the sky,The uglier seem theclouds that in it fly.First,the fair reverenceof your highness curbs meFrom giving reins andspurs to my free speech,Which else would postuntil it had returnedThese terms of treasondoubled down his throat.