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That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
Enter KEEPER, with a Dish:
[To the GROOM. K. Rich. If thou love me, 'tis time thou wert away. Groom. What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall say.
[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 heli.
[He kills another, then Exton strikes him down, That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire, That staggers thus my person.-Exton, thy fierce hand 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. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.-Windsor. A Room in the Castle. Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKF, and YORK, with LORDS and
Our town of Cicester in Glostershire;
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;
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;
Enter PERCY, with the Bishop of CARLISLE.
Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom :
Enter Exton, with Attendants bearing a Cofin.
Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought
Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.
Boling. They love not poison that do poison need,
Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,
KING HENRY IV.
KING HENRY THE FOURTH. SIR RICHARD VERNON.
SIR JOHN FALSTAFF.
POINS. to the King.
GADSHILL. EARL OF WESTMORE. ) Friends PETO. LAND,
to the BARDOLPH, SIR WALTER BLUNT, King. THOMAS PERCY, Earl of Wor. LADY PERCY, Wife to Hotspur, cester.
and Sister to Mortimer. HENRY PERCY, Earl of Northum. LADY MORTIMER, Daughter to berland.
Glendower, and Wife to Mortimer. HENRY PERCY, surnamed Hot | MRS. QUICKLY, Hostess of a Taspur, his Son.
vern in Eastcheap. EDWARD MORTIMER, Earl of | March.
LORDS, OFFICERS, SHERIFF, VINTSCROOP, Archbishop of York.
NER, CHAMBERLAIN, DRAWERS, ARCHIBALD, Earl of Douglas.
two CARRIERS, TRAVELLERS, and OWEN GLENDOWER.
* Strands of the sea.
No more the thirsty Erinnys* of this soil
West. My liege, this haste was hot in question,
K. Hen. It seems then, that the tidings of this broil Brake off our business for the Holy Land.
West. This, match'd with other, did, my gracious lord; For more uneven and unwelcome news Came from the north, and thus it did import. On Holy-rood day, the gallant Hotspur there, Young Harry Percy, and brave Archibald, That ever-valiant and approved Scot, At Holmedon met,
* The fury of discord. † Army. • Expedition. y Outlines.