My lord, no leave take I; for I will ride,
As far as land will let me, by your side.

Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants.
A charge sounded
Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.

Go bear this lance to Thomas, Duke of Norfolk.

Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby,
Receive thy lance; and God defend the right!

The appellant in all duty greets your highness,
And craves to kiss your hand and take his leave.

On pain of death, no person be so bold
Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists,
Except the marshal and such officers
Appointed to direct these fair designs.

What is thy name? and wherefore comest thou hither,
Before King Richard in his royal lists?
Against whom comest thou? and what's thy quarrel?
Speak like a true knight, so defend thee heaven!

In God's name and the king's, say who thou art
And why thou comest thus knightly clad in arms,
Against what man thou comest, and what thy quarrel:
Speak truly, on thy knighthood and thy oath;
As so defend thee heaven and thy valour!

The Duke of Norfolk, sprightfully and bold,
Stays but the summons of the appellant's trumpet.

My Lord Aumerle, is Harry Hereford arm'd?