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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? 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 Betwixt our armies true intelligence.
This is always how rebellion gets punished. Ill-tempered Worcester! didn’t we send peace, pardon, and offers of friendship to all of you? And would you turn down our offers? Misuse the trust of your own kinsman? Three knights on our side were killed today, a noble earl and many others would still be alive this hour, if you had truly kept us informed, between our armies, like a Christian should.
What I have done my safety urged me to; And I embrace this fortune patiently, Since not to be avoided it falls on me.
What I did, I did because I had no choice; and I accept my fate patiently, since it couldn’t be avoided.
Bear Worcester to the death and Vernon too: Other offenders we will pause upon.
Take Worcester to his death, and Vernon too: We’ll deal with the other offenders later.
How goes the field?
How is the battle going?
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 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.
The noble Scot, Lord Douglas, when he saw The battle turn completely against him, The noble Percy killed, and all his men Running away in fear, fled with the others; And after falling from a hill, he was so hurt That the people chasing him caught him. He’s in my tent; And I beg your grace That I may decide what to do with him.
With all my heart.
With all my heart.
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: His valour shown upon our crests to-day Hath taught us how to cherish such high deeds Even in the bosom of our adversaries.
Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This noble gesture shall belong: Go to Douglas, and hand him over To do with as he pleases, without any ransom: His bravery shown on our banners today Has taught us how to honor such great deeds Even when they come from our enemies.
I thank your grace for this high courtesy, Which I shall give away immediately.
I thank your grace for this great kindness, Which I will act on right away.
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: 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, Let us not leave till all our own be won.
Now, we must divide our forces. You, son John, and my cousin Westmoreland Head towards York with all your speed, To confront Northumberland and the bishop Scroop, Who, as we hear, are preparing for battle: My son Harry and I will head for Wales, To fight Glendower and the Earl of March. Rebellion in this land will lose its power, When it meets the counterattack of another such day: And since this task is going so well, Let’s not stop until everything that’s ours is won.