Richard II, Act 5 Scene 6 runs 52 lines of dialogue, spoken by 5 speakers. That is shorter than the play’s average scene length of about 147 lines. This scene is part of Act 5 of Richard II.
Full Dialogue
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 ta'en or slain we hear not.
Welcome, my lord what is the news?
Is that the rebels have consumed 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?
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
At large discoursed in this paper here.
The next news is, I have to London sent
The heads of Oxford, Salisbury, Blunt, and Kent:
The manner of their taking may appear
At large discoursed in this paper here.
Henry Bolingbroke ♂
We thank thee, gentle Percy, for thy pains;
And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
And to thy worth will add right worthy gains.
Lord Fitzwater ♂
My lord, I have from Oxford sent to London
The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,
Two of the dangerous consorted traitors
That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely,
Two of the dangerous consorted traitors
That sought at Oxford thy dire overthrow.
Henry Bolingbroke ♂
Thy pains, Fitzwater, shall not be forgot;
Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
Right noble is thy merit, well I wot.
Henry Percy ♂
The grand conspirator, Abbot of Westminster,
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.
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.
Henry Bolingbroke ♂
Carlisle, this is your doom:
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.
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.
Exton ♂
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.
Thy buried fear: herein all breathless lies
The mightiest of thy greatest enemies,
Richard of Bordeaux, by me hither brought.
Henry Bolingbroke ♂
Exton, I thank thee not; for thou hast wrought
A deed of slander with thy fatal hand
Upon my head and all this famous land.
A deed of slander with thy fatal hand
Upon my head and all this famous land.
Exton ♂
From your own mouth, my lord, did I this deed.
Henry Bolingbroke ♂
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 shades 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 that 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.
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 shades 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 that 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.
52 lines rendered verbatim from the dialogue corpus.
Who’s On Stage
Speaking characters in this scene
| Character | Lines | Share |
|---|---|---|
| Henry Bolingbroke | 33 | 63.5% |
| Exton | 5 | 9.6% |
| Northumberland | 5 | 9.6% |
| Henry Percy | 5 | 9.6% |
| Lord Fitzwater | 4 | 7.7% |
Line distribution
The top speaker in this scene delivers 33 lines, while the scene’s average per speaker is about 10 lines.
Total speakers on stage
5 named characters speak in this scene.
Scene in Context
Position within Act 5
This is Scene 6 of 6 in Act 5 of Richard II.
Scene length vs. play average
At 52 lines, this scene is shorter than the Richard II average scene in Richard II (~147 lines).
Adjacent scenes
Previous: Act 5 Scene 5
About Act 5 Scene 6 of Richard II
Who carries Act 5 Scene 6 of Richard II?
Henry Bolingbroke, with 33 lines — about 63% of the scene.
Is the scene a dialogue or a solo?
With 5 speakers and the lead holding 63% of the lines, this scene is a showcase for the lead voice.