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 On late offenders, that he now doth lack 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, Mowb. Be it so. 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 forward. 3 wipe his tables clean;] Alluding to a table-book of slate, ivory, &c. Arch. Before, and greet his grace:-my lord, we come. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Another Part of the Forest. 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;- Than now to see you here an iron man,* an iron man,] i. e. clad in armour. 5 6 And our dull workings: O, who shall believe, Good my lord of Lancaster, Arch. But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland, The time misorder'd doth, in common sense,7 Croud 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 shov'd from the court, Whereon this Hydra son of war is born: Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep, With grant of our most just and right desires; And true obedience of this madness cur'd, Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty. Mowb. If not, To the last man. we ready are to try our fortunes Hast. 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; And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up, Whiles England shall have generation. 5-workings:] i. e. labours of thought. 7 You have taken up,] To take up is to levy, to raise in arms. in common sense,] Common sense is the general sense of general danger. JOHNSON. Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep,] Alluding to the dragon charmed to rest by the spells of Medea. 9 And so, success of mischief -] Success for succession. P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow, To sound the bottom of the after-times. 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. P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my word: And thereupon I drink unto your grace. Hast. Go, captain, [To an Officer.] and deliver to the army This news of peace; let them have pay, and part: I have bestow'd, to breed this present peace, 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 [Shouts within. P. John. The word of peace is render'd; Hark, how they shout! true. 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, [Exit WESTMOReland. And let our army be discharged too. And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains3 March by us; that we may peruse the men We should have cop'd withal. Arch. Go, good lord Hastings, [Exit HASTINGS. P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night together. Re-enter WESTMORELAND. Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still? 1 Against ill chances, men are ever merry;] Thus the poet describes Romeo, as feeling an unaccustomed degree of cheerfulness just before he hears the news of the death of Juliet. 3 let our trains, &c.] That is, our army on each part, that we may both see those that were to have opposed us. |