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.
My lord, I’ve sent to London from Oxford The heads of Brocas and Sir Bennet Seely, Two of the dangerous traitors working together Who tried to bring about your ruin at Oxford.
Lord Fitzwater · Act 5, Scene 6
Fitzwater reports that he has sent the heads of two traitors to London, and the new king rewards his violence. The line matters because it shows the mechanics of the new regime—loyalty to Henry means killing his enemies and delivering proof. The exchange of heads for favor is transactional, efficient, and devoid of mercy.
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.
Those who need poison don’t love it, And I don’t love you: though I wanted him dead, I hate the killer, but pity the one who was killed. You shall bear the guilt of conscience for your actions, But neither my good word nor my royal favor: Go wander with Cain through the shadows of night, And never show your face in daylight or light. Lords, I swear, my soul is full of sorrow, That blood should stain me to make me grow: Come, mourn with me for what I grieve, And put on black immediately: I’ll make a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, To wash this blood from my guilty hands: March sadly after me; join me in mourning here; Follow me weeping after this untimely coffin.
Henry Bolingbroke · Act 5, Scene 6
Henry rejects Exton's murderous gift and condemns him to wander the earth like Cain, then announces his own pilgrimage to the Holy Land to wash the blood from his hands. The speech matters because it shows a man who has gotten what he wanted—the crown—and discovered it is poisoned; he has become a murderer's accomplice whether he willed it or not. Power, he learns too late, binds you to the deeds done in its name.