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For, though it have holp madmen to their wits,
Groom. Hail, royal prince!
Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, When thou wert king; who, travelling towards York,
With much ado, at length have gotten leave
K. Ri. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend,
How went he under him ?
Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the ground.
As uncommon as a brooch which is no longer in fashion. 2 Former.
K. Ri. So proud that Bolingbroke was on his
That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
Enter KEEPER with a dish.
Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay. [to the Groom.
K. Ri. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.
Keep. My lord, will 't please you to fall to?
K. Ri. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not; sir Pierce of Exton,
Lately came from the king, commands the contrary. K. Ri. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and
Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
Keep. Help, help, help!
[beats the Keeper.
Enter EXTON and Servants, armed.
K. Ri. How now? what means death in this rude assault?
Villain, thy 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 nand
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.
Exton. As full of valor as of royal blood : Both have I spilt; O, 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.
Windsor. A room in the castle.
Florish. Enter BOLINGBROKE and YORK, with Lords and Attendants.
Bol. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear,
Is that the rebels have consumed 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 London 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.
Bol. 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,
Bol. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot: Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
Enter PERCY, with the BISHOP of Carlisle.
Per. 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.
Bol. Carlisle, this is your doom :
Choose out some secret place, some reverend
More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life:
So, as thou livest in peace, die free from strife :
Enter EXTON, with Attendants bearing a coffin.
Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present
Bol. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast
A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand,
Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did!
Bol. They love not poison that do poison need,
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labor;
That blood should sprinkle me, to make me grow.