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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 :
Both have I spilt ;-0, would the deed were good!
For now the devil, that told me I did well,
Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.
This dead king to the living king I'll bear:-
Take hence the rest, and give them burial here.
SCENE VI.-WINDSOR. A Room in the Castle. Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE as King, YORK, LORDS,
Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear
Is that the rebels have consum'd with fire
Our town of Cicester in Glostershire;
But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.
Welcome, my lord: what is the news?
North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. The next news is, I have to ndon sent
The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent :
The manner of their taking may appear
At large discoursed in this paper here.
[Presenting a paper. Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London
The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely;
Two of the dangerous consorted traitors
That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;
Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
Enter PERCY, with the BISHOP OF CARLISLE.
Percy. The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
With clog of conscience and sour melancholy,
Hath yielded up his body to the grave;
But here is Carlisle living, to abide
Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom :-
Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,
More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;
So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strife:
For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,
High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.
Enter Exton, with Attendants, bearing a coffin.
Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present
Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies
The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.
Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought
A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand,
Upon my head and all this famous land.
Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.
Boling. They love not poison that do poison need,
Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead,
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,
But neither my good word nor princely favour:
With Cain go wander through the shade of night,
And never show thy head by day nor light.
Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,
That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow:
Come, mourn with me for that I do lament,
And put on sullen black incontinent:
I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,
To wash this blood off from my guilty hand :-
March sadly after; grace my mournings here,
In weeping after this untimely bier.
KING HENRY THE FOURTH,
HENRY, Prince of Wales,
PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster,} Sons to the King.
EARL OF WESTMORELAND, } Friends to the KING.
SIR WALTER BLUNT,
THOMAS PERCY, Earl of Worcester.
HENRY PERCY, Earl of Northumberland.
HENRY PERCY, surnamed HOTSPUR, his Son.
EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of March.
SCROOP, Archbishop of York.
SIR MICHAEL, a Friend to the Archbishop.
ARCHIBALD, Earl of Douglas.
SIR RICHARD VERNON.
SIR JOHN FALSTAFF.
LADY PERCY, Wife to HOTSPUR, and Sister to MORTIMER.
LADY MORTIMER, Daughter to GLENDOWER, and Wife to
MRS. QUICKLY, Hostess of a Tavern in Eastcheap.
Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawers,
Two Carriers, Travellers, and Attendants.