He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry: Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace Mowb. But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer; West. Mowbray, you overween to take it so; Mowb. Well, by my will we shall admit no parley. Hast. Hath the Prince John a full commission, In very ample virtue of his father, To hear and absolutely to determine Of what conditions we shall stand upon? West. That is intended in the general's name : I muse you make so slight a question. Arch. Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule, For this contains our general grievances: Each several article herein redress'd, All members of our cause, both here and hence, That are insinew'd to this action, Acquitted by a true substantial form, Please you, lords, Or to the place of difference call the swords Arch. My lord, we will do so. [Exit WESTMORELAND. Mowb. There is a thing within my bosom tells me That no conditions of our peace can stand. Hast. Fear you not that: if we can make our peace Upon such large terms and so absolute As our conditions shall consist upon, Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love, We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff, And good from bad find no partition. Arch. No, no, my lord. Note this,-the king is weary Of dainty and such picking grievances: For he hath found, to end one doubt by death Revives two greater in the heirs of life; And therefore will he wipe his tables clean, To new remembrance: for full well he knows Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods The very instruments of chastisement: So that his power, like to a fangless lion, Arch. 'Tis very true: And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal, Our peace will, like a broken limb united, Here is return'd my Lord of Westmoreland. Re-enter WESTMORELAND. West. The prince is here at hand: pleaseth your lordship To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies? Mowb. Your grace of York, in God's name, then, set for ward. Arch. Before, and greet his grace:-my lord, we come. SCENE II.-Another part of the Forest. [Exeunt. Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, the ARCHBISHOP, HASTINGS, and others: from the other side, PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, Officers, and Attendants. P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray : Good-day to you, gentle lord archbishop; And so to you, Lord Hastings,—and to all.— Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven, And both against the peace of heaven and him Arch. Good my Lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace; The which hath been with scorn shov'd from the court,— Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep And true obedience, of this madness cur'd, Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes Hast. And though we here fall down, P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too To sound the bottom of the after-times. [shallow, West. Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly, How far-forth you do like their articles. P. John. I like them all, and do allow them well; My lord; these griefs shall be with speed redress'd; Arch. I take your princely word for these redresses. Hast. Go, captain [to an Officer], and deliver to the This news of peace; let them have pay, and part: I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain. [army [Exit Officer. Arch. To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland. You would drink freely: but my love to you Arch. I do not doubt you. West. I am glad of it. Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray. Mowb. You wish me health in very happy season; For I am, on the sudden, something ill. Arch. Against ill chances men are ever merry; But heaviness foreruns the good event. West. Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow Serves to say thus,-Some good thing comes to-morrow. Arch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit. Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be true. [Shouts within. P. John. The word of peace is render'd: hark, how they shout! Mowb. This had been cheerful after victory. Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest; For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser. P. John. Go, my lord, And let our army be discharged too. [Exit WESTMORELAND. And, good my lord, so please you let your trains March by us, that we may peruse the men We should have cop'd withal. Arch. Go, good Lord Hastings, And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by. [Exit HASTINGS. P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night together. Re-enter WESTMORELAND. Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still? West. The leaders, having charge from you to stand, Will not go off until they hear you speak. P. John. They know their duties. Re-enter HASTINGS. Hast. My lord, our army is dispers'd already: Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up, Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place. West. Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason: |