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Condemns you to the death. See them delivered over
To execution and the hand of death. [30]

BUSHY

More welcome is the stroke of death to me
Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.

GREEN

My comfort is that heaven will take our souls
And plague injustice with the pains of hell.

BOLINGBROKE

My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch’d. [35]
[Exit Northumberland with Bushy and Green.]

Uncle, you say the queen is at your house.
For God’s sake, fairly let her be intreated.
Tell her I send to her my kind commends.
Take special care my greetings be delivered.

Y ORK

A gentleman of mine I have dispatched [40]
With letters of your love to her at large.

BOLINGBROKE

Thanks, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away,
To fight with Glendower and his complices.
A while to work, and after, holiday.

Exeunt.

Scene II IT

Drums; flourish and colours. Enter King Richard, Aumerle, [the Bishop
of] Carlisle, and soldiers.

RICHARD

Barkloughly Castle call they this at hand?

AUMERLE

Yes, my lord. How brooks your grace the air