[Flourish.] Enter [King Henry] with the Duke of York[, other lords, and attendants].
Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear
5.6.22795Is that the rebels have consumed with fire
5.6.32796Our town of Ciceter in Gloucestershire,
5.6.42797But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.
2798Enter [the Earl of] Northumberland. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.
5.6.72801The next news is, I have to London sent
5.6.82802The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent.
5.6.92803The manner of their taking may appear
[He gives King Henry a paper.]
We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains,
5.6.122806And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
2807Enter lord Fitzwater. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London
5.6.142809The heads of Brocas and sir Bennet Seely,
5.6.162811That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot.
2814Enter Harry Percy [with the Bishop of Carlisle, guarded]. The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
5.6.202816With clog of conscience and sour melancholy
5.6.232819Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
Carlisle, this is your doom:
5.6.252821Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,
5.6.262822More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life.
5.6.272823So, as thou liv'st in peace, die free from strife;
5.6.282824For, though mine enemy thou hast ever been,
5.6.292825High sparks of honor in thee have I seen.
2826Enter Exton, with [attendants bearing] the coffin. Great King, within this coffin I present
5.6.312828Thy buried fear. Herein all breathless lies
5.6.332830Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.
Exton, I thank thee not, for thou hast wrought
From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.
They love not poison that do poison need,
5.6.392836Nor do I thee. Though I did wish him dead,
5.6.412838The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labor,
5.6.422839But neither my good word, nor princely favor.
5.6.432840With Cain go wander through shades of night,
5.6.442841And never show thy head by day nor light.
[Exit Exton.]
5.6.462843That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow.
5.6.472844Come mourn with me for what I do lament,
5.6.502847To wash this blood off from my guilty hand.
[Attendants lift the coffin to carry it out.]
5.6.512848March sadly after. Grace my mournings here
[Exeunt with the coffin.]