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Richard II

ACT V SCENE VIWindsor castle.
[ Flourish. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK, with other Lords, and Attendants ]
HENRY BOLINGBROKEKind uncle York, the latest news we hear
Is that the rebels have consumed with fire
Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire;
But whether they be ta’en or slain we hear not.
[Enter NORTHUMBERLAND]
Welcome, my lord what is the news?5
NORTHUMBERLANDFirst, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.
The next news is, I have to London sent
The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent:
The manner of their taking may appear
At large discoursed in this paper here.10
HENRY BOLINGBROKEWe thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains;
And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
[Enter LORD FITZWATER]
LORD FITZWATERMy lord, I have from Oxford sent to London
The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,
Two of the dangerous consorted traitors15
That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
HENRY BOLINGBROKEThy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;
Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
[Enter HENRY PERCY, and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE]
HENRY PERCYThe grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
With clog of conscience and sour melancholy20
Hath yielded up his body to the grave;
But here is Carlisle living, to abide
Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
HENRY BOLINGBROKECarlisle, this is your doom:
Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,25
More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;
So as thou livest 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 persons bearing a coffin]
EXTONGreat king, within this coffin I present30
Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies
The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.
HENRY BOLINGBROKEExton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought
A deed of slander with thy fatal hand35
Upon my head and all this famous land.
EXTONFrom your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.
HENRY BOLINGBROKEThey love not poison that do poison need,
Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead,
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.40
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,
But neither my good word nor princely favour:
With Cain go wander through shades of night,
And never show thy head by day nor light.
Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,45
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:50
March sadly after; grace my mournings here;
In weeping after this untimely bier.
[Exeunt]

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