Keeper: My lord, will't please you to fall to?
KING RICHARD II: 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.
KING RICHARD II: The devil take Henry of Lancaster and thee![Beats the keeper.]
Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
Keeper: Help, help, help!
Enter EXTON and Servants, armed.
KING RICHARD II: How now! what means death in this rude assault? [Snatching an axe from a Servant and killing him.]
Villain, thy own hand yields thy death's instrument.
Go thou, and fill another room in hell.
[He kills another. Then Exton strikes him down.]
That hand shall burn in never-quenching fire
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.
EXTON: As full of valour as of royal blood:
Both have I spill'd; 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.