I’ll so offend, to make offence a skill; Redeeming time, when men think least I will.
Stay, and breathe awhile: Thou hast redeem’d thy lost opinion; And show’d thou makest some tender of my life, In this fair rescue thou hast brought to me.
By Heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced Moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities: But out upon this half-faced fellowship!
I will redeem all this on Percy’s head, And, in the closing of some glorious day, Be bold to tell you that I am your son; When I will wear a garment all of blood, And stain my favour in a bloody mask, Which, wash’d away, shall scour my shame with it: And that shall be the day, whene’er it lights, That this same child of honour and renown, This gallant Hotspur, this all-praised knight, And your unthought-of Harry, chance to meet.
There are no more uses of "redemption" in the play.