No Fear Shakespeare: Richard II: Act 5 Scene 6

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Windsor castle.	oWnisdr ltesaC.
Flourish. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE , DUKE OF YORK , with other Lords, and Attendants	etsprTum wolb. NEHYR KLBIRBGNEOO , KUDE OF KROY , dna reoth rldso and atnaetntds ertne.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is that the rebels have consumed with fire Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire; But whether they be taen or slain we hear not.	NHRYE OLBKGROEBNI Kdin uclne oYkr, teh tlsa wnse I hdaer is ttha hte leesbr vahe urnebd ownd the wton of serCenctrie in etheesGruicolsr. utB I nvteha dhrea if yevteh enbe ctepdrua or leikdl.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND	DOTHLARNUEMBRN reents.
5 Welcome, my lord what is the news?	lcmeoeW, my ldor. tsaWh hte wens?
NORTHUMBERLAND First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. The next news is, I have to London sent The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent: The manner of their taking may appear 10 At large discoursed in this paper here.	LMHENODBRARTUN tsiFr, I ishw uyo esnshpipa. Nxte, eIv estn the aesdh of Odorxf, Sslbrayiu, utBnl, dan Kten to odnoLn. sihT eppra setll owh yteh wree eaktn.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.	NYRHE IOGLBENKBOR I tkhan ouy, lgteen eyrPc, orf oyru etfrfo. Ill rreawd uyo lewl, as you eredves.
Enter LORD FITZWATER	LORD TWIZRTFEA resnte.
LORD FITZWATER My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, 15 Two of the dangerous consorted traitors That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.	DORL EFTIZWART My orld, evI snte hte sadhe of soacrB dan Sri neBten Slyee orfm dxoOfr to dLnnoo. Thye rewe owt of het artristo ohw nwdeat to hoeorrwvt oyu at orOdfx.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.	RNEHY LBOREIKONGB I notw ogrfet yruo osreftf, zreFatitw. I konw taht ouy reeedvs royu oblne tilet.
Enter HENRY PERCY , and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE	NYEHR EYPRC and eth HBISPO OF CRLILSAE teenr.
HENRY PERCY The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster, 20 With clog of conscience and sour melancholy Hath yielded up his body to the grave; But here is Carlisle living, to abide Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.	HRNYE YEPRC The obtbA of seitWetrnsm, who rieocdnps sitgaan yuo, ash died. But eher is alsCiler, laeiv, to ehra ryou dentumjg on mhi.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Carlisle, this is your doom: 25 Choose out some secret place, some reverend room, More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; So as thou livest in peace, die free from strife: For though mine enemy thou hast ever been, High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.	YRHEN GBBEINORKOL Craslile, reeh is ruoy esctnnee: icpk eoms rceest clpea eerwh oyu nca veli otu uryo ifle in eepca adn die wihtout neoicevl. veEn oghuth oeyuv yslaaw bene my nyeme, veI eens thta uyo aer a nma of ategr nohro.
Enter EXTON , with persons bearing a coffin	ENXOT snteer, iwth eavelrs poeple iygcranr a fifnoc.
EXTON 30 Great king, within this coffin I present Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.	XENTO etGra ngik, erhe is uroy etegtasr erfa wno uriebd niisde tsih fncfoi. In it siel htituow rengtbiah ryou getteasr nyeem, Rhcdiar of oxBearud, ughtobr rhee by me.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought 35 A deed of slander with thy fatal hand Upon my head and all this famous land.	ENRYH GBBEONILRKO txEon, I odnt htnak uoy. By inllkig ihm, euyvo enod a cgsrdeia to my eman dna to our ocytrnu.
EXTON From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.	XONET I ddi isth on uory onw aconmdm.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE They love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, 40 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 shades of night, And never show thy head by day nor light.	RHYEN ILKOROBGENB seohT how nede to npsooi osmeneo lslti todn veol oisnpo. nEve uogthh I datwen ihm aedd, I etha teh mna woh ermedrdu imh, nad wno I ovel teh man woh sah ebne mrdreued. ouY can aekt ruyo liyutg nnescoccie as nteypam. I nwot gvei uoy yna airpes or oalyr fravso. Go dernaw eth gthin ilke niaC In hte ookB of seisGne, aiCn sllki shi robhetr, Aelb, adn, as smnhuptein, dGo erosdr mih to wadern teh ethra rof teh etsr of ihs efil. aiCn is dicensroed the osdrwl siftr drermreu. Cain, nda tond owsh ryou aefc eher ainga.
Exeunt EXTON and his men	TXNOE nda ihs enm exti.
45 Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow: Come, mourn with me for that I do lament, And put on sullen black incontinent: Ill make a voyage to the Holy Land, 50 To wash this blood off from my guilty hand: March sadly after; grace my mournings here; In weeping after this untimely bier.	droLs, I rtesotp. My sulo is lful of osorwr ttha dbolo hsa neeb heds to mkae me oerm eceusr. omeC, rumon itwh me dan drses lveeousyrs in bkalc eidtymelaim. llI altevr to hte Hyol anLd to shwa wyaa sith oolbd romf my iultgy nahds. ahMcr ladsy hnideb me, nda peew orf sthi telnmiyu deaht.
Exeunt	yTeh tiex.

Original Text	Modern Text
Windsor castle.	oWnisdr ltesaC.
Flourish. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE , DUKE OF YORK , with other Lords, and Attendants	etsprTum wolb. NEHYR KLBIRBGNEOO , KUDE OF KROY , dna reoth rldso and atnaetntds ertne.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear Is that the rebels have consumed with fire Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire; But whether they be taen or slain we hear not.	NHRYE OLBKGROEBNI Kdin uclne oYkr, teh tlsa wnse I hdaer is ttha hte leesbr vahe urnebd ownd the wton of serCenctrie in etheesGruicolsr. utB I nvteha dhrea if yevteh enbe ctepdrua or leikdl.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND	DOTHLARNUEMBRN reents.
5 Welcome, my lord what is the news?	lcmeoeW, my ldor. tsaWh hte wens?
NORTHUMBERLAND First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness. The next news is, I have to London sent The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent: The manner of their taking may appear 10 At large discoursed in this paper here.	LMHENODBRARTUN tsiFr, I ishw uyo esnshpipa. Nxte, eIv estn the aesdh of Odorxf, Sslbrayiu, utBnl, dan Kten to odnoLn. sihT eppra setll owh yteh wree eaktn.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.	NYRHE IOGLBENKBOR I tkhan ouy, lgteen eyrPc, orf oyru etfrfo. Ill rreawd uyo lewl, as you eredves.
Enter LORD FITZWATER	LORD TWIZRTFEA resnte.
LORD FITZWATER My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, 15 Two of the dangerous consorted traitors That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.	DORL EFTIZWART My orld, evI snte hte sadhe of soacrB dan Sri neBten Slyee orfm dxoOfr to dLnnoo. Thye rewe owt of het artristo ohw nwdeat to hoeorrwvt oyu at orOdfx.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.	RNEHY LBOREIKONGB I notw ogrfet yruo osreftf, zreFatitw. I konw taht ouy reeedvs royu oblne tilet.
Enter HENRY PERCY , and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE	NYEHR EYPRC and eth HBISPO OF CRLILSAE teenr.
HENRY PERCY The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster, 20 With clog of conscience and sour melancholy Hath yielded up his body to the grave; But here is Carlisle living, to abide Thy kingly doom and sentence of his pride.	HRNYE YEPRC The obtbA of seitWetrnsm, who rieocdnps sitgaan yuo, ash died. But eher is alsCiler, laeiv, to ehra ryou dentumjg on mhi.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Carlisle, this is your doom: 25 Choose out some secret place, some reverend room, More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; So as thou livest in peace, die free from strife: For though mine enemy thou hast ever been, High sparks of honour in thee have I seen.	YRHEN GBBEINORKOL Craslile, reeh is ruoy esctnnee: icpk eoms rceest clpea eerwh oyu nca veli otu uryo ifle in eepca adn die wihtout neoicevl. veEn oghuth oeyuv yslaaw bene my nyeme, veI eens thta uyo aer a nma of ategr nohro.
Enter EXTON , with persons bearing a coffin	ENXOT snteer, iwth eavelrs poeple iygcranr a fifnoc.
EXTON 30 Great king, within this coffin I present Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies The mightiest of thy greatest enemies, Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.	XENTO etGra ngik, erhe is uroy etegtasr erfa wno uriebd niisde tsih fncfoi. In it siel htituow rengtbiah ryou getteasr nyeem, Rhcdiar of oxBearud, ughtobr rhee by me.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought 35 A deed of slander with thy fatal hand Upon my head and all this famous land.	ENRYH GBBEONILRKO txEon, I odnt htnak uoy. By inllkig ihm, euyvo enod a cgsrdeia to my eman dna to our ocytrnu.
EXTON From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.	XONET I ddi isth on uory onw aconmdm.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE They love not poison that do poison need, Nor do I thee: though I did wish him dead, 40 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 shades of night, And never show thy head by day nor light.	RHYEN ILKOROBGENB seohT how nede to npsooi osmeneo lslti todn veol oisnpo. nEve uogthh I datwen ihm aedd, I etha teh mna woh ermedrdu imh, nad wno I ovel teh man woh sah ebne mrdreued. ouY can aekt ruyo liyutg nnescoccie as nteypam. I nwot gvei uoy yna airpes or oalyr fravso. Go dernaw eth gthin ilke niaC In hte ookB of seisGne, aiCn sllki shi robhetr, Aelb, adn, as smnhuptein, dGo erosdr mih to wadern teh ethra rof teh etsr of ihs efil. aiCn is dicensroed the osdrwl siftr drermreu. Cain, nda tond owsh ryou aefc eher ainga.
Exeunt EXTON and his men	TXNOE nda ihs enm exti.
45 Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow: Come, mourn with me for that I do lament, And put on sullen black incontinent: Ill make a voyage to the Holy Land, 50 To wash this blood off from my guilty hand: March sadly after; grace my mournings here; In weeping after this untimely bier.	droLs, I rtesotp. My sulo is lful of osorwr ttha dbolo hsa neeb heds to mkae me oerm eceusr. omeC, rumon itwh me dan drses lveeousyrs in bkalc eidtymelaim. llI altevr to hte Hyol anLd to shwa wyaa sith oolbd romf my iultgy nahds. ahMcr ladsy hnideb me, nda peew orf sthi telnmiyu deaht.
Exeunt	yTeh tiex.