That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire
That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand[1939]
Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land.110
Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high;
Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die. [Dies.[1940]
Exton. As full of valour as of royal blood:
Both have I spill'd; O would the deed were good![1941]
For now the devil, that told me I did well,115
Says that this deed is chronicled in hell.
This dead king to the living king I'll bear:
Take hence the rest, and give them burial here. [Exeunt.[1942]
Scene VI. Windsor castle.
Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke, York, with other Lords, and Attendants.[1943]
Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear[1944]
Is that the rebels have consumed with fire
Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire;[1945]
But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.
Enter Northumberland.[1946]
Welcome, my lord: what is the news?[1947][1948]5
North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.[1947]
The next news is, I have to London sent
The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent:[1949]
The manner of their taking may appear
At large discoursed in this paper here.10
Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains;
And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.