Act 5 — Scene VI. Windsor castle.
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Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke, York, with other Lords, and Attendants.[1943]
Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear[1944] Is that the rebels have consumed with fire Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire;[1945] But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.
Enter Northumberland.[1946]
Welcome, my lord: what is the news?[1947][1948]5 North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.[1947] The next news is, I have to London sent The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent:[1949] The manner of their taking may appear At large discoursed in this paper here.10 Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
Enter Fitzwater.[1950]
Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,[1951] Two of the dangerous consorted traitors15 That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow. Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;[1952] Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.[1953]
Enter Percy, and the Bishop of Carlisle.
Percy. The 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[1954] Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride. Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom:[1955] Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,[1956]25 More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;[1957] 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.[1958]
Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present30 Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,[1959] Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.[1960] Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand,[1961]35 Upon my head and all this famous land. Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.[1962] 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.40 The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word nor princely favour: With Cain go wander thorough shades of night,[1963] And never show thy head by day nor light.[1964] Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,45 That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow:[1965] Come, mourn with me for that I do lament,[1966] And put on sullen black incontinent:[1967] I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,[1968] To wash this blood off from my guilty hand:50 March sadly after; grace my mournings here;[1969] In weeping after this untimely bier. [Exeunt.[1970]