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O, how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld,
Groom. So proudly, as if he disdain'd the ground. K. 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. Would he not stumble? Would he not fall down, (Since pride must have a fall,) and break the neck Of that proud man, that did usurp his back? Forgiveness, horse! why do I rail on thee, Since thou, created to be awd by man, Wast born to bear? I was not made a horse ; And yet I bear a burden like an ass, Spur-gall’d, and tir'd, by jauncing Bolingbroke 54.
Enter Keeper, with a dish. Keep. Fellow, give place; here is no longer stay.
[To the Groom. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert
away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my
[Exit. Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to?
K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do. Keep. My lord, I dare not; sir Pierce of Exton,
who Lately came from the king, commands the contrary. K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster, and
thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
[Beats the Keeper. Keep. Help, help, help!
Enter Exton, and Servants, armed. K. Rich. 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 band 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.
[Dies. Exton. As full of valour, as of royal blood : Both have I spilt; 0, 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,
Enter BOLINGBROKE, and YORK, with
Lords and Attendants.
Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear, Is- that the rebels have consum'd with fire Our town of Cicester in Glostershire ; But whether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear not.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. 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. 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 sent to London The heads of Brocas, and Sir Bennet Seely ; Two of the dangerous consorted traitors, That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
Enter Percy, with the Bishop of Carlisle.
doom :Choose out some secret place, some reverend room, More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; So, as thou liv'st 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 Attendants bearing a coffin.
Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present Thy buried fear : herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought. Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast
wrought A deed of slander, 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.
The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,