ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland. | 75 |
WESTMORELAND | I pledge your grace; and, if you knew what pains | |
| I have bestow'd to breed this present peace, | |
| You would drink freely: but my love to ye | |
| Shall show itself more openly hereafter. | |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | I do not doubt you. | 80 |
WESTMORELAND | I am glad of it. | |
| Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray. | |
MOWBRAY | You wish me health in very happy season; | |
| For I am, on the sudden, something ill. | |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | Against ill chances men are ever merry; | 85 |
| But heaviness foreruns the good event. | |
WESTMORELAND | Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow | |
| Serves to say thus, 'some good thing comes | |
| to-morrow.' | |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | Believe me, I am passing light in spirit. | 90 |
MOWBRAY | So much the worse, if your own rule be true. | |
| Shouts within | |
LANCASTER | The word of peace is render'd: hark, how they shout! | |
MOWBRAY | This had been cheerful after victory. | |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | A peace is of the nature of a conquest; | |
| For then both parties nobly are subdued, | 95 |
| And neither party loser. | |
LANCASTER | Go, my lord, | |
| And let our army be discharged too. | |
| Exit WESTMORELAND | |
| And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains | |
| March, by us, that we may peruse the men | 100 |
| We should have coped withal. | |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | Go, good Lord Hastings, | |
| And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by. | |
| Exit HASTINGS | |
LANCASTER | I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together. | |
| Re-enter WESTMORELAND | |
| Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still? | 105 |
WESTMORELAND | The leaders, having charge from you to stand, | |
| Will not go off until they hear you speak. | |
LANCASTER | They know their duties. | |
| Re-enter HASTINGS | |
HASTINGS | My lord, our army is dispersed already; | |
| Like youthful steers unyoked, they take their courses | 110 |
| East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up, | |
| Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place. | |
WESTMORELAND | Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which | |
| I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason: | |
| And you, lord archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray, | 115 |
| Of capitol treason I attach you both. | |
MOWBRAY | Is this proceeding just and honourable? | |
WESTMORELAND | Is your assembly so? | |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | Will you thus break your faith? | |
LANCASTER | I pawn'd thee none: | 120 |
| I promised you redress of these same grievances | |
| Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour, | |
| I will perform with a most Christian care. | |
| But for you, rebels, look to taste the due | |
| Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours. | 125 |
| Most shallowly did you these arms commence, | |
| Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence. | |
| Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray: | |
| God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day. | |
| Some guard these traitors to the block of death, | 130 |
| Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath. | |
| Exeunt | |
ACT IV SCENE II | Another part of the forest. | |
| Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, attended; afterwardsthe ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, HASTINGS, and others: fromthe other side, Prince John of LANCASTER, andWESTMORELAND; Officers, and others with them | |
LANCASTER | 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. | |
| My Lord of York, it better show'd with you | 5 |
| When that your flock, assembled by the bell, | |
| Encircled you to hear with reverence | |
| Your exposition on the holy text | |
| Than now to see you here an iron man, | |
| Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum, | 10 |
| Turning the word to sword and life to death. | |
| That man that sits within a monarch's heart, | |
| And ripens in the sunshine of his favour, | |
| Would he abuse the countenance of the king, | |
| Alack, what mischiefs might he set abrooch | 15 |
| In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop, | |
| It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken | |
| How deep you were within the books of God? | |
| To us the speaker in his parliament; | |
| To us the imagined voice of God himself; | 20 |
| The very opener and intelligencer | |
| Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven | |
| And our dull workings. O, who shall believe | |
| But you misuse the reverence of your place, | |
| Employ the countenance and grace of heaven, | 25 |
| As a false favourite doth his prince's name, | |
| In deeds dishonourable? You have ta'en up, | |
| Under the counterfeited zeal of God, | |
| The subjects of his substitute, my father, | |
| And both against the peace of heaven and him | 30 |
| Have here up-swarm'd them. | |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | Good my Lord of Lancaster, | |
| I am not here against your father's peace; | |
| But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland, | |
| The time misorder'd doth, in common sense, | 35 |
| Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form, | |
| To hold our safety up. I sent your grace | |
| The parcels and particulars of our grief, | |
| The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court, | |
| Whereon this Hydra son of war is born; | 40 |
| Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep | |
| With grant of our most just and right desires, | |
| And true obedience, of this madness cured, | |
| Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty. | |
MOWBRAY | If not, we ready are to try our fortunes | 45 |
| To the last man. | |
HASTINGS | And though we here fall down, | |
| We have supplies to second our attempt: | |
| If they miscarry, theirs shall second them; | |
| And so success of mischief shall be born | 50 |
| And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up | |
| Whiles England shall have generation. | |
LANCASTER | You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow, | |
| To sound the bottom of the after-times. | |
WESTMORELAND | Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly | 55 |
| How far forth you do like their articles. | |
LANCASTER | I like them all, and do allow them well, | |
| And swear here, by the honour of my blood, | |
| My father's purposes have been mistook, | |
| And some about him have too lavishly | 60 |
| Wrested his meaning and authority. | |
| My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd; | |
| Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you, | |
| Discharge your powers unto their several counties, | |
| As we will ours: and here between the armies | 65 |
| Let's drink together friendly and embrace, | |
| That all their eyes may bear those tokens home | |
| Of our restored love and amity. | |
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK | I take your princely word for these redresses. | |
LANCASTER | I give it you, and will maintain my word: | 70 |
| And thereupon I drink unto your grace. | |
HASTINGS | Go, captain, and deliver to the army | |
| This news of peace: let them have pay, and part: | |
| I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain. | |
| Exit Officer | |