K. Henry.
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?
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 had'st truly born,
Betwixt our Armies, true Intelligence.

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. Henry.
Bear Worcester to death, and Vernon too.
Other Offenders we will pause upon. [Exit Worcester and Vernon.
How goes the Field?

P. Henry.
The noble Scot, Lord Dowglass, 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 bruiz'd
That the Pursuers took him. At my Tent
The Dowglass is, and I beseech your Grace,
I may dispose of him.

K. Henry.
With all my Heart.

P. Henry.
Then Brother John of Lancaster,
To you this Honourable Bounty shall belong:
Go to the Dowglass, and deliver him
Up to his Pleasure, ransomless and free:
His Valour shewn upon our Crests to Day,
Hath taught us how to cherish such high Deeds,
Even in the Bosom of our Adversaries.

K. Henry.
Then this remains; that we divide our Power.
You Son John, and my Cousin Westmorland,
Towards York shall bend you, with your dearest speed
To meet Northumberland, and the Prelate Scroop,
Who, as we hear, 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.

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