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A deed of slander, with thy fatal hand,
this deed. Boling. They love not poison that do poison
need, Nor do I thee; though I did wish him dead, 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 the shade of night, And never show thy head by day nor light.Lords, I protest, my soul is full of woe, That blood should sprinkle me, to make me grow: Come, mourn with me for what I do lament, And put on sullen black incontinent; I'll make a voyage to the Holy land, To wash this blood off from my guilty hand:March sadly after; grace my mournings here, In weeping after this untimely bier. [E reunt.
King Henry the fourth.
FROM THE TEXT OF
MR. STEEVENS'S LAST EDITION.
Earl of Westmoreland, } friends
King Henry the Fourth.
sons to the King.
}friends to the King.
Lady Percy, wife to Hotspur, and sister to Mortimer.
Lords, Officers, Sheriff, Vintner, Chamberlain, Drawers,
two Carriers, Travellers, and Altendants.