Richard II
| ACT III SCENE I | Bristol. Before the castle.. | |
| [ Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, LORD ROSS, HENRY PERCY, LORD WILLOUGHBY, with BUSHY and GREEN, prisoners ] | ||
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | Bring forth these men. | |
| Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls– | ||
| Since presently your souls must part your bodies– | ||
| With too much urging your pernicious lives, | ||
| For ’twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood | 5 | |
| From off my hands, here in the view of men | ||
| I will unfold some causes of your deaths. | ||
| You have misled a prince, a royal king, | ||
| A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, | ||
| By you unhappied and disfigured clean: | 10 | |
| You have in manner with your sinful hours | ||
| Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him, | ||
| Broke the possession of a royal bed | ||
| And stain’d the beauty of a fair queen’s cheeks | ||
| With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs. | 15 | |
| Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth, | ||
| Near to the king in blood, and near in love | ||
| Till you did make him misinterpret me, | ||
| Have stoop’d my neck under your injuries, | ||
| And sigh’d my English breath in foreign clouds, | 20 | |
| Eating the bitter bread of banishment; | ||
| Whilst you have fed upon my signories, | ||
| Dispark’d my parks and fell’d my forest woods, | ||
| From my own windows torn my household coat, | ||
| Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign, | 25 | |
| Save men’s opinions and my living blood, | ||
| To show the world I am a gentleman. | ||
| This and much more, much more than twice all this, | ||
| Condemns you to the death. See them deliver’d over | ||
| To execution and the hand of death. | 30 | |
| BUSHY | More welcome is the stroke of death to me | |
| Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell. | ||
| GREEN | My comfort is that heaven will take our souls | |
| And plague injustice with the pains of hell. | ||
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch’d. | 35 |
| [ Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others, with the prisoners ] | ||
| Uncle, you say the queen is at your house; | ||
| For God’s sake, fairly let her be entreated: | ||
| Tell her I send to her my kind commends; | ||
| Take special care my greetings be deliver’d. | ||
| DUKE OF YORK | A gentleman of mine I have dispatch’d | 40 |
| With letters of your love to her at large. | ||
| HENRY BOLINGBROKE | Thank, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away. | |
| To fight with Glendower and his complices: | ||
| Awhile to work, and after holiday. | ||
| [Exeunt] | ||
Richard II, Act 3, Scene 2