Another Part of the Field. |
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The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY, the PRINCE, JOHN OF LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, and Others, with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners. |
| K. Hen. Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke. |
| Ill-spirited Worcester! did we not send grace |
| Pardon, and terms of love to all of you? |
| And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary? |
| Misuse the tenour of thy kinsman's trust? |
| Three knights upon our party slain to-day, |
| A noble earl and many a creature else |
| Had been alive this hour, |
| If like a Christian, thou hadst truly borne |
| Betwixt our armies true intelligence. |
| Wor. What I have done my safety urg'd me to; |
| And I embrace this fortune patiently, |
| Since not to be avoided it falls on me. |
| K. Hen. Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too: |
| Other offenders we will pause upon. [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded. |
| How goes the field? |
| Prince. The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw |
| The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, |
| The noble Percy slain, and all his men |
| Upon the foot of fear, fled with the rest; |
| And falling from a hill he was so bruis'd |
| That the pursuers took him. At my tent |
| The Douglas is, and I beseech your Grace |
| I may dispose of him. |
| K. Hen. With all my heart. |
| Prince. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you |
| This honourable bounty shall belong. |
| Go to the Douglas, and deliver him |
| Up to his pleasure, ransomless, and free: |
| His valour shown upon our crests to-day |
| Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds, |
| Even in the bosom of our adversaries. |
| Lanc. I thank your Grace for this high courtesy, |
| Which I shall give away immediately. |
| K. Hen. Then this remains, that we divide our power. |
| You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland |
| Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed, |
| To meet Northumberland and the prelate Scroop, |
| Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: |
| Myself and you, son Harry, will towards Wales, |
| To fight with Glendower and the Earl of March. |
| Rebellion in this land shall lose his sway, |
| Meeting the check of such another day: |
| And since this business so fair is done, |
| Let us not leave till all our own be won. [Exeunt. |
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