The Tragedy of King Richard the Second: ACT V , SCENE VI. Windsor castle.

The Tragedy of King Richard the Second: ACT V


	Introduction

	ACT I

	ACT II

	ACT III

	ACT IV

	ACT V

		SCENE I. London. A street leading to the Tower.

		SCENE II. The DUKE OF YORK's palace.

		SCENE III. A royal palace.

		SCENE IV. The same.

		SCENE V. Pomfret castle.

		SCENE VI. Windsor castle.

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SCENE VI. Windsor castle.

Flourish. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK, with other Lords, and Attendants

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

      Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear
      Is that the rebels have consumed with fire
      Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire;
      But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.

Enter NORTHUMBERLAND

5 Welcome, my lord what is the news?

NORTHUMBERLAND

      First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.
      The next news is, I have to London sent
      The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent:
      The manner of their taking may appear
10    At large discoursed in this paper here.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains;
And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.

Enter LORD FITZWATER

LORD FITZWATER

      My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London
      The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,
15    Two of the dangerous consorted traitors
      That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;
Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.

Enter HENRY PERCY, and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE

HENRY PERCY

      The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
20    With clog of conscience and sour melancholy
      Hath yielded up his body to the grave;
      But here is Carlisle living, to abide
      Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

      Carlisle, this is your doom:
25    Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,
      More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;
      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

EXTON

30    Great king, within this coffin I present
      Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies
      The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
      Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

      Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought
35    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.

HENRY BOLINGBROKE

      They love not poison that do poison need,
      Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead,
40    I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
      The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour,
      But neither my good word nor princely favour:
      With Cain go wander through shades of night,
      And never show thy head by day nor light.
45    Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe,
      That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow:
      Come, mourn with me for that I do lament,
      And put on sullen black incontinent:
      I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land,
50    To wash this blood off from my guilty hand:
      March sadly after; grace my mournings here;
      In weeping after this untimely bier.

Exeunt

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