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.
K. Hen. 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 check of such another day:
And since this business so fair is done,
Let us not leave till all our own be won.
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