King Richard The Second

1 Flourish. Enter King Henry and York with Lords and Attendants.
2 KING HENRY.
3 Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear
4 Is that the rebels have consumed with fire
5 Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire,
6 But whether they be ta’en or slain we hear not.
7 Enter Northumberland.
8 Welcome, my lord. What is the news?
9 NORTHUMBERLAND.
10 First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.
11 The next news is: I have to London sent
12 The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent.
13 The manner of their taking may appear
14 At large discoursed in this paper here.
15 KING HENRY.
16 We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains,
17 And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
18 Enter Fitzwater.
19 FITZWATER.
20 My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London
21 The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,
22 Two of the dangerous consorted traitors
23 That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
24 KING HENRY.
25 Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot.
26 Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
27 Enter Harry Percy with the Bishop of Carlisle.
28 PERCY.
29 The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
30 With clog of conscience and sour melancholy,
31 Hath yielded up his body to the grave.
32 But here is Carlisle living, to abide
33 Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
34 KING HENRY.
35 Carlisle, this is your doom:
36 Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,
37 More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life.
38 So as thou liv’st in peace, die free from strife;
39 For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,
40 High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.
41 Enter Exton with attendants, bearing a coffin.
42 EXTON.
43 Great king, within this coffin I present
44 Thy buried fear. Herein all breathless lies
45 The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
46 Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.
47 KING HENRY.
48 Exton, I thank thee not, for thou hast wrought
49 A deed of slander with thy fatal hand
50 Upon my head and all this famous land.
51 EXTON.
52 From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.
53 KING HENRY.
54 They love not poison that do poison need,
55 Nor do I thee. Though I did wish him dead,
56 I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
57 The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,
58 But neither my good word nor princely favour.
59 With Cain go wander thorough shades of night,
60 And never show thy head by day nor light.
61 Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe
62 That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow.
63 Come, mourn with me for what I do lament,
64 And put on sullen black incontinent.
65 I’ll make a voyage to the Holy Land
66 To wash this blood off from my guilty hand.
67 March sadly after; grace my mournings here
68 In weeping after this untimely bier.
69 [_Exeunt._]