At one time, Harry might have found pleasure in seeing the wayward prince so dressed down, even to see Hal as roughly handled as he and his father and uncle had been. He gets no joy of it, though, nor of seeing King Henry totter and rail.

Yet the prince rallies suddenly; he stands and pleads not only his innocence, but his honor, and a sea-change in his heart. Harry's side twinges. He cannot trust such honeyed nonsense, but the king... the king's face empties of rage and fear before them.

Harry takes stock of the rest of the chamber: Warwick, the princes, other guards... there must be a back entrance, if the room does not empty.