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Bristol. BOLINGBROKE’S Camp. | |
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Enter BOLINGBROKE, YORK, NORTHUMBERLAND, HENRY PERCY, WILLOUGHBY, ROSS; Officers behind, with BUSHY and GREEN prisoners. | |
| Boling. Bring forth these men. | |
| Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls— | |
| Since presently your souls must part your bodies— | 5 |
| With too much urging your pernicious lives, | |
| For ’twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood | |
| From off my hands, here in the view of men | |
| I will unfold some causes of your deaths. | |
| You have misled a prince, a royal king, | 10 |
| A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments, | |
| By you unhappied and disfigur’d clean: | |
| You have in manner with your sinful hours | |
| Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him, | |
| Broke the possession of a royal bed, | 15 |
| And stain’d the beauty of a fair queen’s cheeks | |
| With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs. | |
| Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth, | |
| Near to the king in blood, and near in love | |
| Till you did make him misinterpret me, | 20 |
| Have stoop’d my neck under your injuries, | |
| And sigh’d my English breath in foreign clouds, | |
| Eating the bitter bread of banishment; | |
| Whilst you have fed upon my signories, | |
| Dispark’d my parks, and felled my forest woods, | 25 |
| From mine own windows torn my household coat, | |
| Raz’d out my impress, leaving me no sign, | |
| Save men’s opinions and my living blood, | |
| To show the world I am a gentleman. | |
| This and much more, much more than twice all this, | 30 |
| Condemns you to the death. See them deliver’d over | |
| To execution and the hand of death. | |
| Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me | |
| Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell. | |
| Green. My comfort is, that heaven will take our souls | 35 |
| And plague injustice with the pains of hell. | |
| Boling. My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch’d. [Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and Others, with BUSHY and GREEN. | |
| Uncle, you say the queen is at your house; | |
| For God’s sake, fairly let her be entreated: | |
| Tell her I send to her my kind commends; | 40 |
| Take special care my greetings be deliver’d. | |
| York. A gentleman of mine I have dispatch’d | |
| With letters of your love to her at large. | |
| Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away, | |
| To fight with Glendower and his complices: | 45 |
| Awhile to work, and after holiday. [Exeunt. | |
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