Enter NORTHUMBERLAND. Welcome, my lord : what is the news ? North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all
happiness. The next news is, I have to London sent The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent : The manner of their taking may appear At large discoursed in this paper here. Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy
pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
Enter FITZWATER. Fitz. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to
London The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, Two of the dangerous consorted traitors That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
Boling. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
Enter PERCY, and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE. Percy. The grand conspirator, Abbot of West
minster, With clog of conscience and sour melancholy Hath yielded up his body to the grave; But here is Carlisle living, to abide Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.
Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom : Choose out some secret place, some reverend
room, More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life;
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. Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought. Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast
wrought A deed of slander with thy fatal hand Upon my head and all this famous land. Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I
this deed. Boling. They love not poison that do poison
need, Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, I hate the murderer, love him murdered. The guilt of conscience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word nor princely favour : With Cain go wander thorough shades of night, And never show thy head by day nor light, Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow: Come, mourn with me for that I do lament, And put on sullen black incontinent : I'll make a voyage to the Holy Land, To wash this blood off from my guilty hand : March sadly after ; grace my mournings here; In weeping after this untimely bier. [Exeunt. 35. A deed of slander, one proach.
So Qi.
The rest that will cause scandal or re- slaughter.'
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KING HENRY the Fourth. HENRY, Prince of Wales,
sons to the King. JOHN of Lancaster, EARL OF WESTMORELAND. SIR WALTER BLUNT. THOMAS PERCY, Earl of Worcester. HENRY PERCY, Earl of Northumberland. HENRY Percy, surnamed HOTSPUR, his son. EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of March. RICHARD SCROOP, Archbishop of York. ARCHIBALD, Earl of DOUGLAS. OWEN GLENDOWER. SIR RICHARD VERNON. SIR JOHN FALSTAFF. SIR MICHAEL, a friend to the Archbishop of York. Poins. GADSHILL. РЕТо. BARDOLPH.
LADY PERcy, wife to Hotspur, and sister to Mortimer. LADY MORTIMER, daughter to Glendower, and wife to
Mortimer. MISTRESS QUICKLY, hostess of a tavern in Eastcheap. Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawers, two
Carriers, Travellers, and Attendants.
DURATION OF TIME Dramatic Time. -Ten historic' days, with three extra · Fal. staffian' days, and intervals. Historic Days.
Falstaffian Days. Day 1. I. 1.
1. 2.
Ia. Interval.
II. 1. 2.7 2. I. 3.
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