Act V, Scene 5

Another part of the field.

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

• Henry IV. 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? 3145
  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 3150
  Betwixt our armies true intelligence.

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

• Henry IV. Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too: 3155
  Other offenders we will pause upon.
  [Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded]
  How goes the field?

• Henry V. The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw
  The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, 3160
  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 3165
  I may dispose of him.

• Henry IV. With all my heart.

• Henry V. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you
  This honourable bounty shall belong:
  Go to the Douglas, and deliver him 3170
  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.

• Prince John. I thank your grace for this high courtesy, 3175
  Which I shall give away immediately.

• Henry IV. 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, 3180
  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: 3185
  And since this business so fair is done,
  Let us not leave till all our own be won.

[Exeunt]