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Help, help, help!
Exton and the murderers rush in.

RICHARD

How now! What means death in this rude assault? [105]
Villain, thy own hand yields thy death’s instrument.
Go thou, and fill another room in hell.

Here Exton strikes him down.
That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire
That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand
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.]

EXT ON

As full of valour as of royal blood.
Both have I spill’d. O, would the deed were good!
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.

Scene V IT

Flourish. Enter Bolingbroke with the Duke of York, other lords, and
attendants.

BOLINGBROKE

Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear
Is that the rebels have consum’d with fire
Our town of Ciceter in Gloucestershire.
But whether they be ta’en or slain we hear not.

Enter Northumberland.
Welcome, my lord. What is the news? [5]

NORT HUMBERLAND

First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.