|ACT III SCENE I
|Bristol. Before the castle..
Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE, DUKE OF YORK,
NORTHUMBERLAND, LORD ROSS, HENRY PERCY, LORD
WILLOUGHBY, with BUSHY and GREEN, prisoners
|Bring forth these men.
|Bushy and Green, I will not vex your souls--
|Since presently your souls must part your bodies--
|With too much urging your pernicious lives,
|For 'twere no charity; yet, to wash your blood
|From off my hands, here in the view of men
|I will unfold some causes of your deaths.
|You have misled a prince, a royal king,
|A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
|By you unhappied and disfigured clean:
|You have in manner with your sinful hours
|Made a divorce betwixt his queen and him,
|Broke the possession of a royal bed
|And stain'd the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks
|With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs.
|Myself, a prince by fortune of my birth,
|Near to the king in blood, and near in love
|Till you did make him misinterpret me,
|Have stoop'd my neck under your injuries,
|And sigh'd my English breath in foreign clouds,
|Eating the bitter bread of banishment;
|Whilst you have fed upon my signories,
|Dispark'd my parks and fell'd my forest woods,
|From my own windows torn my household coat,
|Razed out my imprese, leaving me no sign,
|Save men's opinions and my living blood,
|To show the world I am a gentleman.
|This and much more, much more than twice all this,
|Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd over
|To execution and the hand of death.
|More welcome is the stroke of death to me
|Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell.
|My comfort is that heaven will take our souls
|And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
|My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd.
Exeunt NORTHUMBERLAND and others, with the
|Uncle, you say the queen is at your house;
|For God's sake, fairly let her be entreated:
|Tell her I send to her my kind commends;
|Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.
|DUKE OF YORK
|A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd
|With letters of your love to her at large.
|Thank, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away.
|To fight with Glendower and his complices:
|Awhile to work, and after holiday.