Boling. Bring forth these men.
Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls—
Since presently your souls must part your bodies—
With too much urging your pernicious lives,[1291]
For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood5
From off my hands, here in the view of men
I will unfold some causes of your deaths.[1292]
You have misled a prince, a royal king,
A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
By you unhappied and disfigured clean:10
You have in manner with your sinful hours
Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,
Broke the possession of a royal bed[1293]
And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks
With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.[1294]15
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,[1295]
Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries,
And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,[1296]20
Eating the bitter bread of banishment;
Whilst you have fed upon my signories,[1297]
Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods,
From my own windows torn my household coat,[1298]
Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign,[1299]25
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,
Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd over[1300]
To execution and the hand of death.30
Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me
Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.[1301]
Green. My comfort is that heaven will take our souls
And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
Boling. My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd.35
[Exeunt Northumberland and others, with the prisoners.[1302]
Uncle, you say the queen is at your house;
For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated:[1303]
Tell her I send to her my kind commends;
Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.[1304]
York. A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd40
With letters of your love to her at large.
Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away,[1305]
To fight with Glendower and his complices:[1306]
Awhile to work, and after holiday. [Exeunt.
Scene II. The coast of Wales. A castle in view.
Drums: flourish and colours. Enter King Richard, the Bishop of Carlisle, Aumerle, and Soldiers.[1307]