Bring forth these men. --

3.1.31314Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls,

3.1.41315Since presently your souls must part your bodies,

3.1.51316With too much urging your pernicious lives,

3.1.61317For 'twere no charity; yet to wash your blood

3.1.71318From off my hands, here in the view of men

3.1.81319I will unfold some causes of your deaths:

3.1.91320You have misled a prince, a royal king,

3.1.101321A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,

3.1.111322By you unhappied and disfigured clean.

3.1.121323You have in manner with your sinful hours

3.1.131324Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,

3.1.141325Broke the possession of a royal bed,

3.1.151326And stained the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks

3.1.161327With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.

3.1.171328Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth,

3.1.181329Near to the King in blood, and near in love

3.1.191330Till you did make him misinterpret me,

3.1.201331Have stooped my neck under your injuries

3.1.211332And sighed my English breath in foreign clouds,

3.1.221333Eating the bitter bread of banishment,

3.1.231334Whilst you have fed upon my signories,

3.1.241335Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods,

3.1.251336From my own windows torn my household coat,

3.1.261337Rased out my imprese, leaving me no sign,

3.1.271338Save men's opinions and my living blood,

3.1.281339To show the world I am a gentleman.

3.1.291340This and much more, much more than twice all this,

3.1.301341Condemns you to the death. -- See them delivered over

3.1.311342To execution and the hand of death.

More welcome is the stroke of death to me

3.1.331344Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.

My comfort is that heaven will take our souls

3.1.351346And plague injustice with the pains of hell.

My lord Northumberland, see them dispatched.

3.1.371348[To York] Uncle, you say the Queen is at your house.

3.1.381349For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated.

3.1.391350Tell her I send to her my kind commends.

3.1.401351Take special care my greetings be delivered.

A gentleman of mine I have dispatched

3.1.421353With letters of your love to her at large.

Thanks, gentle uncle. -- Come, lords, away,

3.1.441355To fight with Glendower and his complices.

1356A while to work, and after holiday.