Enter Northumberland.

Welcome, my lord: what is the news?

North. Firft to thy facred State wifh I all happiness; The next news is, I have to London fent

The heads of Salsbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent : The manner of their Taking may appear

At large discoursed in this paper here.

[Presenting a Paper. Boling. We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains, And to thy worth will add right-worthy gains.

Enter Fitz-water.

Fitz-w. My lord, I have from Oxford fent to London The heads of Broccas, and Sir Bennet Seely; Two of the dangerous conforted traytors, That fought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.

Boling. Thy pains, Fitz-water, fhall not be forgot, Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.

Enter Percy, and the Bishop of Carlisle.

Percy. The grand Confpirator, Abbot of Westminster,
With clog of confcience, and four melancholy,
Hath yielded up his body to the Grave:
But here is Carlisle, living to abide

Thy kingly doom, and fentence of his pride.
Boling. Carlisle, this is your doom:

Chufe out fome fecret place, fome reverend room
More than thou haft, and with it joy thy life;
So, as thou liv'ft in peace, die free from strife.
For though mine enemy thou haft ever been,
High sparks of honour in thee I have seen.

Enter Exton, with a coffin.

Exton. Great King, within this Coffin I prefent
Thy bury'd fear. Herein all breathlefs lies
The mightieft of thy greatest enemies,
Richard of Bourdeaux, by me hither brought.

Boling.

Boling. Exton, I thank thee not; for thou haft wrought A deed of flander with thy fatal hand, Upon my head, and all this famous Land.

[deed. Exton. From your own mouth, my Lord, did I this Boling. They love not poison, that do poifon need; Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, I hate the murth'rer, love him murthered. The Guilt of Confcience take thou for thy labour, But neither my good word, nor princely favour. With Cain go wander through the fhade of night, And never fhew thy head by day, or light. Lords, I proteft, my foul is full of woe, That blood fhould fprinkle me, to make me grow, Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, And put on fullen Black, incontinent: I'll make a voyage to the Holy-land, To wash this blood off from my guilty hand. March fadly after, grace my Mourning here, In weeping over this untimely Bier.

[Exeunt omnes.

The

The FIRST PART of

Η Ε Ν R Y IV.

WITH THE

LIFE and DEATH

OF

HENRY, Sirnam'd HOT-SPUR.

Dramatis Perfonæ.

KING Henry the Fourth.

Henry, Prince of Wales, Sons to the King.

John Duke of Lancaster,

Worcester,

Northumberland,

Hot-fpur,

Mortimer,

า

Archbishop of York, Enemies to the King.
Dowglas,

Lady Percy, Wife to Hot-fpur.

Lady Mortimer, Daughter to Glendower, and life to Mortimer.

Hoftefs Quickly.

Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawers, two Carriers, Travellers and Attendants.

SCENE, ENGLAND.

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