[_Exit._[1927] _Keep._ My lord, will't please you to fall to?[1928] _K. Rich._ Taste of it first, as thou art wont to do.[1929] _Keep._ My lord, I dare not: sir Pierce of Exton, who[1930][1931] 100 lately came from the king, commands the contrary.[1930][1932] _K. Rich._ The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee![1933] Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. [_Beats the Keeper._[1934] _Keep._ Help, help, help! _Enter_ EXTON _and_ Servants, _armed_.[1935] _K. Rich._ How now! what means death in this rude assault?[1936] 105 Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument. [_Snatching an axe from a Servant and killing him._[1937] Go thou, and fill another room in hell. [_He kills another. Then Exton strikes him down._[1938] That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand[1939] 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._[1940] _Exton._ As full of valour as of royal blood: Both have I spill'd; O would the deed were good![1941] 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._[1942] SCENE VI. _Windsor castle._ _Flourish. Enter_ BOLINGBROKE, YORK, _with other_ Lords, _and_ Attendants.[1943] _Boling._ Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear[1944] Is that the rebels have consumed with fire Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire;[1945] But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not. _Enter_ NORTHUMBERLAND.[1946] Welcome, my lord: what is the news?[1947][1948] 5 _North._ First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.[1947] The next news is, I have to London sent The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent:[1949] The manner of their taking may appear At large discoursed in this paper here. 10 _Boling._ We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains. _Enter_ FITZWATER.[1950] _Fitz._ My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,[1951] Two of the dangerous consorted traitors 15 That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow. _Boling._ Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;[1952] Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.[1953] _Enter_ PERCY, and the BISHOP of CARLISLE.