| ACT V SCENE V | Another part of the field. | |
| | The trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY IV, PRINCEHENRY, LORD JOHN LANCASTER, EARL OF WESTMORELAND,with WORCESTER and VERNON prisoners | |
| KING 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? | 5 |
| | 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 | 10 |
| | 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. | |
| KING HENRY IV | Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too: | 15 |
| | Other offenders we will pause upon. | |
| | Exeunt WORCESTER and VERNON, guarded | |
| | How goes the field? | |
| PRINCE HENRY | The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw | |
| | The fortune of the day quite turn'd from him, | |
| | The noble Percy slain, and all his men | 20 |
| | 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 | |
| | I may dispose of him. | 25 |
| KING HENRY IV | With all my heart. | |
| PRINCE HENRY | Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you | |
| | This honourable bounty shall belong: | |
| | Go to the Douglas, and deliver him | |
| | Up to his pleasure, ransomless and free: | 30 |
| | His valour shown upon our crests to-day | |
| | Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds | |
| | Even in the bosom of our adversaries. | |
| LANCASTER | I thank your grace for this high courtesy, | |
| | Which I shall give away immediately. | 35 |
| KING 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, | |
| | Who, as we hear, are busily in arms: | 40 |
| | 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: | |
| | And since this business so fair is done, | 45 |
| | Let us not leave till all our own be won. | |
| | Exeunt | |