Bol.
Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear,
Is—that the rebels have consum'd with fire
Our town of Cicester in Glostershire;
But whether they be ta'en, or slain, we hear not. 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 Salisbury, Spencer,^{13 note} Blunt,^{14 note} and Kent:^{15 note}
The manner of their taking may appear
At large discoursed in this paper here. [Presenting a paper.

Bol.
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.(H)8Q0160

Bol.
Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;
Right noble is thy merit well I wot. Enter Exton, with Attendants bearing a bier.

Ext.
Great king, beneath this covering I present
Thy buried fear; behold where breathless lies
The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.

Bol.
Exton, I thank thee not: for thou hast wrought
A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand,
Upon my head, and upon all this land.

Ext.
From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.

Bol.
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 through the shade of night,
And never show thy head by day nor light.—
Lords, mourn with me for what 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. END OF ACT FIFTH.

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