Another Part of the Field. |
|
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. |
Design © 1995-2007 ZeFLIP.com All rights reserved.