Enter EXTON, and Servants, armed. · K. RICH. How now? what means death in this rude affault? Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's inftrument. [Snatching a weapon, and killing one. Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [He kills another; then EXTON ftrikes him down. That hand fhall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my perfon.-Exton, thy fierce hand Hath with the king's blood ftain'd the king's own land. Mount, mount, my foul! thy feat is up on high; Whilft my grofs flesh finks downward, here to die. EXTON. As full of valour, as of royal blood: [Dies. This dead king to the living king I'll bear ;- SCENE VI. Windfor. A Room in the Caftle. Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE, and YORK, with Lords and Attendants. BOLING. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear, Is that the rebels have confum'd with fire Our town of Cicefter in Glostershire : But whether they be ta'en, or flain, we hear not. Welcome, my lord: What is the news? NORTH. First, to thy facred ftate wish I all happiness. The next news is,-I have to London fent The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent: The manner of their taking may appear At large difcourfed in this paper here. [Prefenting a paper. FITZ. My lord, I have from Oxford fent to London 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 fentence of his pride. Enter EXTON, with Attendants bearing a coffin. The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, 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 poison need, Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. That blood should sprinkle me, to make me grow: I'll make a voyage to the Holy land, To wash this blood off from my guilty hand :- [Exeunt. Perfons reprefented. King Henry the Fourth. Henry, Prince of Wales, Prince John of Lancaster, S fons to the king. Earl of Westmorland, friends to the king. Sir Walter Blunt, Thomas Percy, Earl of Worcester. Sir Richard Vernon. Sir John Falstaff. Poins. Gadshill. Peto. Bardolph. Lady Percy, wife to Hotspur, and fifter to Mortimer. Lady Mortimer, daughter to Glendower, and wife to Mortimer. Mrs. Quickly, hoftefs of a tavern in Eastcheap. Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers, and Attendants. SCENE, England. |