King.
Thus ever did Rebellion find Rebuke.
Ill spirited Worcester, did we not send Grace,
Pardon, and terms of Love to all of you?
And would'st thou turn our Offers contrary?

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.

King.
Bear Worcester to death, and Vernon too.
Other Offenders we will pause upon. [Exit Worcester and Vernon.

King.
Then this remains: that we divide our Power.
You Son John, and my Cousin Westmerland
Towards York shall bend, you with your dearest speed
To meet Northumberland, and the Prelate Scroop,
Who (as we here) are busily in Arms.
My self, and Son Harry will towards Wales,
To fight with Glendower, and the Earl of March.
Rebellion in this Land shall lose his way,
Meeting the Check of such another day;
And since this business so far is done,
Let us not leave till all our own be won. [Exeunt. FINIS.

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