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History of Henry IV, Part I

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Act V, Scene 5

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  • 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.