Act V, Scene 6

Windsor castle.

[Flourish. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK,] [p]with other Lords, and Attendants]

• Henry IV. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear 2880
  Is that the rebels have consumed with fire
  Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire;
  But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.
  [Enter NORTHUMBERLAND]
  Welcome, my lord. what is the news? 2885

• Earl of Northumberland. 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. 2890

• Henry IV. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains;
  And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.

[Enter LORD FITZWATER]

• Lord Fitzwater. My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London
  The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, 2895
  Two of the dangerous consorted traitors
  That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.

• Henry IV. Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;
  Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.

[Enter HENRY PERCY, and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE]

• Hotspur (Henry Percy). The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
  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. 2905

• Henry IV. 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, 2910
  High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.

[Enter EXTON, with persons bearing a coffin]

• Sir Pierce of Exton. Great king, within this coffin I present
  Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies
  The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, 2915
  Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.

• Henry IV. 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.

• Sir Pierce of Exton. From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed. 2920

• Henry IV. 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: 2925
  With Cain go wander through 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, 2930
  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. 2935

[Exeunt]