Enter Fitzwater.[1950]
Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London
The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,[1951]
Two of the dangerous consorted traitors15
That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;[1952]
Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.[1953]
Enter Percy, and the Bishop of Carlisle.
Percy. The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
With clog of conscience and sour melancholy20
Hath yielded up his body to the grave;
But here is Carlisle living, to abide[1954]
Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom:[1955]
Choose out some secret place, some reverend room,[1956]25
More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;[1957]
So as thou livest in peace, die free from strife:
For though mine enemy thou hast ever been,
High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.
Enter Exton, with persons bearing a coffin.[1958]
Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present30
Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies
The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,[1959]
Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.[1960]
Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought
A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand,[1961]35
Upon my head and all this famous land.
Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.[1962]