1313Bull. Bring forth these men:

1314Bushie and Greene, I will not vex your soules,

1315(Since presently your soules must part your bodies)

1316With too much vrging your pernitious liues,

1317For 'twere no Charitie: yet to wash your blood

1318From off my hands, here in the view of men,

1319I will vnfold some causes of your deaths.

1320You haue mis-led a Prince, a Royall King,

1321A happie Gentleman in Blood, and Lineaments,

1322By you vnhappied, and disfigur'd cleane:

1323You haue in manner with your sinfull houres

1324Made a Diuorce betwixt his Queene and him,

1325Broke the possession of a Royall Bed,

1326And stayn'd the beautie of a faire Queenes Cheekes,

1327With teares drawn frõ her eyes, with your foule wrongs.

1328My selfe a Prince, by fortune of my birth,

1329Neere to the King in blood, and neere in loue,

1330Till you did make him mis-interprete me,

1331Haue stoopt my neck vnder your iniuries,

1332And sigh'd my English breath in forraine Clouds,

1333Eating the bitter bread of banishment;

1334While you haue fed vpon my Seignories,

1335Dis-park'd my Parkes, and fell'd my Forrest Woods;

1336From mine owne Windowes torne my Household Coat,

1337Raz'd out my Impresse, leauing me no signe,

1338Saue mens opinions, and my liuing blood,915

1339To shew the World I am a Gentleman.

1340This, and much more, much more then twice all this,

1341Condemnes you to the death: see them deliuered ouer

1342To execution, and the hand of death.

1343Bushie. More welcome is the stroake of death to me,

1344Then Bullingbrooke to England.

1345Greene. My comfort is, that Heauen will take our soules,

1346And plague Iniustice with the paines of Hell.

1347Bull. My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd:

1348Vnckle, you say the Queene is at your House,

1349For Heauens sake fairely let her be entreated,

1350Tell her I send to her my kind commends;

1351Take speciall care my Greetings be deliuer'd.

1352York. A Gentleman of mine I haue dispatch'd

1353With Letters of your loue, to her at large.

1354Bull. Thankes gentle Vnckle: come Lords away,

1355To fight with Glendoure, and his Complices;

1356A while to worke, and after holliday.