my parks, and felled my forest woods,
From mine own windows torn my household , 24
Raz'd out my , 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, 28
Condemns you to the death. See them deliver'd over
To execution and the hand of death.
Bushy. More welcome is the stroke of death to me
Than Bolingbroke to England. Lords, farewell. 32
Green. My comfort is, that heaven will take our souls
And plague injustice with the pains of hell.
Boling. My Lord Northumberland, see them dispatch'd.
[Exeunt Northumberland and others,
with Bushy and Green.]
Uncle, you say the queen is at your house; 36
For God's sake, fairly let her be :
Tell her I send to her my kind ;
Take special care my greetings be deliver'd.
York. A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd 40
With letters of your love to her .
Boling. Thanks, gentle uncle. Come, lords, away,
To fight with and his complices:
Awhile to work, and after holiday.