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K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.
[Exit. Keep. My lord, wilt please you to fall to? K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.
Keep. My lord, I dare not. Sir Pierce of Exton, Who lately came from the king, commands the contrary.
K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. [Beats the Keeper. Keep. Help, help, help!
Enter Exton and Servants, armed. K. Rich. How now! what means death in this rude
assault? Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's instrument.
[Snatching a weapon, and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell.
[He kills another, then Exton strikes him down. That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire That staggers thus my person. - Exton, thy fierce hand Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own
land. Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high; Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. [Dies.
Exton. As full of valour as of royal blood :
SCENE VI.—WINDSOR. A Room in the Castle. Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE as King, YORK, LORDS,
North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. The next news is, I have to London sent
The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent :
[Presenting a paper. Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;
Enter Percy, with the BISHOP OF CARLISLE.
Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom :
Enter Exton, with Attendants, bearing a coffin.
Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought
Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.
Boling. They love not poison that do poison need,
Come, mourn with me for that I do lament,
KING HENRY THE FOURTH.
Sons to the KING.
Friends to the KING.
LADY PERCY, Wife to HOTSPUR, and Sister to MORTIMER.
Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawers,
Two Carriers, Travellers, and Attendants.