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 | 4 |
| 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, | 8 |
| 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. | 12 |
| 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: | 16 |
| 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, | 20 |
| 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 | 24 |
| 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 | 28 |
| 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 | 32 |
| 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. | 36 |
| 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, | 40 |
| 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, | 44 |
| 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. | |
