Keep. My lord, will't please you to fall to?[1928]
K. Rich. Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.[1929]
Keep. My lord, I dare not: sir Pierce of Exton, who[1930][1931]100
lately came from the king, commands the contrary.[1930][1932]
K. Rich. The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee![1933]
Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. [Beats the Keeper.[1934]
Keep. Help, help, help!
Enter Exton and Servants, armed.[1935]
K. Rich. How now! what means death in this rude assault?[1936]105
Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.
[Snatching an axe from a Servant and killing him.[1937]
Go thou, and fill another room in hell.
[He kills another. Then Exton strikes him down.[1938]