SCENE VI. Windfor. A Room in the Caftle. Flourish. Enter BOLINGBROKE, and YORK, with Lords and Attendants. Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear, Is that the rebels have confum'd with fire Our town of Cicester in Glostershire ; But whether they be ta'en, or flain, we hear not. Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. Welcome, my lord: What is the news? North. First, to thy facred state wish I all happiness. The next news is,-I have to London fent The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent: At large difcourfed in this paper here. [Presenting a paper. Enter FITZWATER. Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford fent to London Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Enter PERCY, with the Bishop of Carlisie. Percy. The grand confpirator, abbot of Weftininfter, With clog of confcience, and four melancholy, Hath yielded up his body to the grave; But here is Carlisle living, to abide Thy kingly doom, and sentence of his pride. Choose out fome fecret place, fome reverend room, Enter EXTON, with Attendants bearing a coffin. Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou haft wrought A deed of flander, with thy fatal hand, Upon my head, and all this famous land. Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed. Boling. They love not poison that do poifon need, Nor do I thee; though I did with him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of confcience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word, nor princely favour: With Cain go wander through the shade of night, And never show thy head by day nor light.Lords, I proteft, my foul is full of woe, That blood should sprinkle me, to make me grow : I'll make a voyage to the Holy land, To wash this blood off from my guilty hand :- [Exeunt. |