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That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand

Hath with the king's blood stain'd the king's own land.

Mount, mount, my soul! thy seat is up on high,

Whilst my gross flesh sinks downward, here to die.

[Dies.]

Exton. As full of valour as of royal blood:

Both have I spilt; O! would the deed were good;

For now the devil, that told me I did well,

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.

Boling. Kind uncle York, the latest news we hear

Is that the rebels have consum'd with fire

Our town of Cicester in Gloucestershire;

But whether they be ta'en or slain we hear not.

Welcome, my lord. What is the news?

North. First, to thy sacred state wish I all happiness.

The next news is: I have to London sent

The heads of Salisbury, Spencer, Blunt, and Kent.

 110 staggers: makes to reel

113 gross: material  3 Cicester; cf. n.

