The cheapest of us is ten groats too dear. Groom. I was a poor groom of thy stable, king, K. Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me, gentle friend, How went he under him? Groom. So proudly, as if he had disdain'd the ground. R. Rich. So proud, that Bolingbroke was on his back! That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand; This hand hath made him proud with clapping him. Enter Keeper, with a dish. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay. [To the Groom. R. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. That fad dog]-gloomy flave. Groom. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall fay. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to? {Exit. K. Rich. Tafte of it first, as thou wert wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not; fir Pierce of Exton, Who late came from the king, commands the contrary. K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and thee! Patience is ftale, and I am weary of it.. [Beats the Keeper. Keep. Help, help, help! Enter Exton, and fervants. K. Rich. How now? what means death in this rude affault? Go thou, and fill another room in hell. Villain, thine own hand yields thy death's inftrument. That staggers thus my perfon.-Exton, thy fierce hand Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood: [Dies. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE VI. The Court at Windfor Flourish: Enter Bolingbroke, York, with other lords and attendants. Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear, But whether they be ta'en, or flain, we hear not. Enter Northumberland. Welcome, my lord: What is the news? North. First to thy facred state wish I all happiness. The next news is, I have to London fent The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent: At large difcourfed in this paper here. [Prefenting a paper. Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. Enter Fitzwater. Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford fent to London The heads of Brocas, and fir Bennet Seely; Two of the dangerous conforted traitors, Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, fhall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot. Enter Percy, with the bishop of Carlifle. Percy. The grand confpirator, abbot of Westminster, With clog of confcience, and four 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 : Chufe out fome fecret place, fome 1 reverend room, Enter Exton, with a coffin. Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou haft wrought A deed of flander, 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 poifon need, Nor do I thee; though I did with him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of confcience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word, nor princely favour: With Cain go wander through the shade of night, And never fhew thy head by day nor light.Lords, I protest, my foul is full of woe, That blood fhould fprinkle me, to make me grow: Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, And put on fullen black 'incontinent; I'll make a voyage to the Holy land, To wash this blood off from my guilty hand :- 1 reverend room, more than thou haft,]-monaftery, be more at large, than thou art. incontinent;]-immediately. [Exeunt omnes. where thou shalt * greatest. m after. HENRY |