No Fear Shakespeare: Richard II: Act 5 Scene 6

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Windsor castle.	odniWrs tCesla.
Flourish. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE , DUKE OF YORK , with other Lords, and Attendants	urTsptme olbw. YRHNE BNGLKERBIOO , KUED OF YKRO , nad ehtor sldor adn teantasntd etern.
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.	RENYH KGBENIOLBRO nidK enclu kroY, eth tsal snew I adrhe is thta het ebrels ehav eundbr nodw the wtno of itercnsCree in elcishtGurreeso. utB I tahnve daher if veyeth nbee deuraptc or killde.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND	REBMODHNLANRUT nteser.
5 Welcome, my lord what is the news?	Womcele, my lodr. sWath the ewsn?
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.	DRLTUAHBMENORN Ftris, I iswh uoy ssehpnpia. exNt, Iev tnes the dsaeh of oOrfxd, ilraysubS, nuBlt, nda ntKe to Lodnon. This eappr llets who hyte were ketna.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.	NEHRY EOKIBLGROBN I htkan ouy, geletn Pryce, orf yuro oeftfr. lIl warder yuo lwle, as uyo reevesd.
Enter LORD FITZWATER	RODL FATTRIWZE ersnet.
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.	RDOL ETIRZWFAT My ldor, Iev nset het edahs of oracBs and iSr nBteen leSye mrof drxoOf to ondLno. hTey wree wot of eht aistrotr how detnwa to vwroeroth oyu at dOrfox.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.	HYERN KLOIRBGBONE I nwot rgtefo oruy stfrfeo, ttwFrazei. I nokw tath uyo sdreeve yoru neobl ilett.
Enter HENRY PERCY , and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE	ENYHR PYERC adn eht BHSOIP OF LEIRLSAC eetrn.
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.	YNERH RPECY hTe bAotb of tinseWstemr, woh ecrpsdion gaisant oyu, ahs dedi. uBt ehre is ilelaCsr, ealvi, to hrea oury dmgnteju 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.	YERHN EGBLNRKBIOO lsraieCl, ereh is oryu snceetne: cpki esom rcstee lcaep rweeh uoy can viel otu ruoy lefi in ecape adn ied toiuthw inveeolc. Even hotuhg euyov lswyaa nebe my yeemn, vIe eens atth yuo rea a man of terga ohnor.
Enter EXTON , with persons bearing a coffin	XOETN seentr, wthi erlseva poeple acgnirry a ifcnfo.
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.	TXNEO aGtre gikn, eehr is oyru tregeast rafe won ebruid enisid hsti iocnff. In it lesi ttiohwu ainehbtgr yoru gsteetar nyeem, dRhraci of rxoeduaB, bgurhot ehre 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.	HYENR OENKLBOGIRB xEnot, I nodt thnka uyo. By lgnikil ihm, veoyu endo a crsdegia to my aemn nda to rou ntucoyr.
EXTON From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.	TENXO I did tish on royu onw acmodmn.
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.	HYERN IOLRBKEBGON hoeTs hwo eden to nsoiop enemoos tilsl tndo ovle snipoo. Eevn ougthh I entdwa mhi dade, I hate teh anm how rdredume imh, adn onw I olve het mna who hsa bene ureremdd. You can akte uory ltgiuy cneceicosn as ntypeam. I twno give you nay seipra or rylao rofsav. Go rwnaed eth gtnhi lkei anCi In teh oBko of isnseeG, Cina kslil ish ebohrtr, lebA, nad, as nensiuthmp, oGd sorerd ihm to naerwd eht raeht rfo het trse of shi leif. aCni is seodnriced the wosdlr srtif mureredr. Cain, and ondt oshw oyru face rehe nagai.
Exeunt EXTON and his men	ENTXO dna sih mne itex.
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.	rdLso, I ttpoers. My soul is ulfl of rosrow thta doolb sah neeb dhes to ekam me erom rceseu. Cmeo, nomur twhi me dan redss reusvoelsy in lkabc imdmaeliyet. lIl vaetlr to the lyoH naLd to ahws away isth odbol rofm my ytulig ndsha. ahMcr ylsda idbhne me, nda eepw for sthi nmleiuty hdate.
Exeunt	yheT txei.

Original Text	Modern Text
Windsor castle.	odniWrs tCesla.
Flourish. Enter HENRY BOLINGBROKE , DUKE OF YORK , with other Lords, and Attendants	urTsptme olbw. YRHNE BNGLKERBIOO , KUED OF YKRO , nad ehtor sldor adn teantasntd etern.
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.	RENYH KGBENIOLBRO nidK enclu kroY, eth tsal snew I adrhe is thta het ebrels ehav eundbr nodw the wtno of itercnsCree in elcishtGurreeso. utB I tahnve daher if veyeth nbee deuraptc or killde.
Enter NORTHUMBERLAND	REBMODHNLANRUT nteser.
5 Welcome, my lord what is the news?	Womcele, my lodr. sWath the ewsn?
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.	DRLTUAHBMENORN Ftris, I iswh uoy ssehpnpia. exNt, Iev tnes the dsaeh of oOrfxd, ilraysubS, nuBlt, nda ntKe to Lodnon. This eappr llets who hyte were ketna.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains; And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.	NEHRY EOKIBLGROBN I htkan ouy, geletn Pryce, orf yuro oeftfr. lIl warder yuo lwle, as uyo reevesd.
Enter LORD FITZWATER	RODL FATTRIWZE ersnet.
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.	RDOL ETIRZWFAT My ldor, Iev nset het edahs of oracBs and iSr nBteen leSye mrof drxoOf to ondLno. hTey wree wot of eht aistrotr how detnwa to vwroeroth oyu at dOrfox.
HENRY BOLINGBROKE Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot; Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.	HYERN KLOIRBGBONE I nwot rgtefo oruy stfrfeo, ttwFrazei. I nokw tath uyo sdreeve yoru neobl ilett.
Enter HENRY PERCY , and the BISHOP OF CARLISLE	ENYHR PYERC adn eht BHSOIP OF LEIRLSAC eetrn.
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.	YNERH RPECY hTe bAotb of tinseWstemr, woh ecrpsdion gaisant oyu, ahs dedi. uBt ehre is ilelaCsr, ealvi, to hrea oury dmgnteju 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.	YERHN EGBLNRKBIOO lsraieCl, ereh is oryu snceetne: cpki esom rcstee lcaep rweeh uoy can viel otu ruoy lefi in ecape adn ied toiuthw inveeolc. Even hotuhg euyov lswyaa nebe my yeemn, vIe eens atth yuo rea a man of terga ohnor.
Enter EXTON , with persons bearing a coffin	XOETN seentr, wthi erlseva poeple acgnirry a ifcnfo.
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.	TXNEO aGtre gikn, eehr is oyru tregeast rafe won ebruid enisid hsti iocnff. In it lesi ttiohwu ainehbtgr yoru gsteetar nyeem, dRhraci of rxoeduaB, bgurhot ehre 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.	HYENR OENKLBOGIRB xEnot, I nodt thnka uyo. By lgnikil ihm, veoyu endo a crsdegia to my aemn nda to rou ntucoyr.
EXTON From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.	TENXO I did tish on royu onw acmodmn.
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.	HYERN IOLRBKEBGON hoeTs hwo eden to nsoiop enemoos tilsl tndo ovle snipoo. Eevn ougthh I entdwa mhi dade, I hate teh anm how rdredume imh, adn onw I olve het mna who hsa bene ureremdd. You can akte uory ltgiuy cneceicosn as ntypeam. I twno give you nay seipra or rylao rofsav. Go rwnaed eth gtnhi lkei anCi In teh oBko of isnseeG, Cina kslil ish ebohrtr, lebA, nad, as nensiuthmp, oGd sorerd ihm to naerwd eht raeht rfo het trse of shi leif. aCni is seodnriced the wosdlr srtif mureredr. Cain, and ondt oshw oyru face rehe nagai.
Exeunt EXTON and his men	ENTXO dna sih mne itex.
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.	rdLso, I ttpoers. My soul is ulfl of rosrow thta doolb sah neeb dhes to ekam me erom rceseu. Cmeo, nomur twhi me dan redss reusvoelsy in lkabc imdmaeliyet. lIl vaetlr to the lyoH naLd to ahws away isth odbol rofm my ytulig ndsha. ahMcr ylsda idbhne me, nda eepw for sthi nmleiuty hdate.
Exeunt	yheT txei.