That may repeat and history his loss To new remembrance. For full well he knows Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods Arch. 'Tis very true; And therefore be assured, my good lord marshal, Mowb. Be it so. Here is returned 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. Arch. Before, and greet his grace: my lord, we [Exeunt. come. 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 encountered here, my cousin Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop; Than now to see you here an iron man,1 In shadow of such greatness! With Between the grace, the sanctities of Heaven, 1 Holinshed says of the archbishop, that, "coming forth amongst them clad in armour, he encouraged and pricked them foorth to take the enterprize in hand." 2 Dull workings are labors of thought. 3 Raised up in arms. Under the counterfeited zeal of God, The subjects of Heaven's substitute, my father; Arch. Good my lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace; But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland, The time misordered doth, in common sense,1 The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court, Whose dangerous eyes may well be charmed asleep, Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes Hast. 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 do you like their articles? P. John. I like them all, and do allow them well; And swear here by the honor of my blood, My father's purposes have been mistook; And some about him have too lavishly Wrested his meaning, and authority. My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redressed; Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you, 1 Common sense is the general sense of general danger. 2 Succession. 1 Discharge your powers unto their several counties, 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; pains I have bestowed 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 true. [Shouts within. P. John. The word of peace is rendered. Hark, how they shout! Mowb. This had been cheerful, after victory. 1 It was Westmoreland who made this deceitful proposal, as appears from Holinshed:-"The earl of Westmoreland, using more policie than the rest, said, whereas our people have been long in armour, let them depart home to their woonted trades: In the mean time let us drink together in signe of agreement, that the people on both sides may see it, and know that it is true, that we be light at a point." 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 our trains March by us; that we may peruse the men We should have coped withal. Go, good lord Hastings, Arch. [Exit HASTINGS. P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night together. Re-enter WESTMORELAND. Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still? P. John. They know their duties. Re-enter HASTINGS. Hast. My lord, our army is dispersed already Like youthful steers unyoked, 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; And you, lord archbishop,-and you, lord Mowbray,— Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honorable? Arch. Will you thus break your faith? P. John. I pawned thee none. I promised you redress of these same grievances, Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honor, 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. |