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  • The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCE
    HENRY, LORD JOHN LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND,
    with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners

  • Thus ever did rebellion find rebuke.
    Ill-spirited Worcester! did not we send grace,
    Pardon and terms of love to all of you?
    And wouldst thou turn our offers contrary?
    Misuse the tenor 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.

  • What I have done my safety urged me to;
    And I embrace this fortune patiently,
    Since not to be avoided it falls on me.

  • Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too:
    Other offenders we will pause upon.
    Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded
    How goes the field?

  • 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 bruised
    That the pursuers took him. At my tent
    The Douglas is; and I beseech your grace
    I may dispose of him.

  • 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.

  • I thank your grace for this high courtesy,
    Which I shall give away immediately.

  • 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 cheque of such another day:
    And since this business so fair is done,
    Let us not leave till all our own be won.