Here is no longer stay. 

 RICHARD. If thou love me, ’tis time thou wert away. 

 GROOM. My tongue dares not, that my heart shall say. 

 [Exit.]

 KEEPER. My lord, will’t please you to fall to? 

 RICHARD. Taste of it first as thou art wont to do. 

 KEEPER. My lord, I dare not. Sir Pierce of Exton, Who lately came from the King, commands the contrary. 

 RICHARD. The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee! Patience is stale, and I am weary of it. 

 [Strikes the Keeper.]

 KEEPER. Help, help, help! 

 Enter Exton and Servants, armed.

Exton

 RICHARD. How now! What means death in this rude assault? Villain, thy own hand yields thy death’s instrument. 

 [Snatching a weapon and killing one.]

 Go thou and fill another room in hell.

 [He kills another, then Exton strikes him down.]

Exton

 That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand Hath with the King’s blood stained 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 spilled. 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 

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