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Act IV, Scene 2
1Another part of the forest.
2Enter, from one side, Mowbray, attended; afterwards the Archbishop, Hastings, and others: from the other side, Prince John of Lancaster, and Westmoreland; Officers, and others with them.
3LancasterYou 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
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,
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 abroach
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;
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,
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
Have here up-swarm’d them.
4ArchbishopGood 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,
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;
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.
5MowbrayIf not, we ready are to try our fortunes
To the last man.
6HastingsAnd 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.
7LancasterYou are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow,
To sound the bottom of the after-times.
8WestmorelandPleaseth your grace to answer them directly
How far forth you do like their articles.
9LancasterI 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
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
Let’s drink together friendly and embrace,
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
Of our restored love and amity.
10ArchbishopI take your princely word for these redresses.
11LancasterI give it you, and will maintain my word:
And thereupon I drink unto your grace.
12HastingsGo, 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.
13ArchbishopTo you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.
14WestmorelandI 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.
15ArchbishopI do not doubt you.
16WestmorelandI am glad of it.
Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray.
17MowbrayYou wish me health in very happy season;
For I am, on the sudden, something ill.
18ArchbishopAgainst ill chances men are ever merry;
But heaviness foreruns the good event.
19WestmorelandTherefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow
Serves to say thus, “some good thing comes to-morrow.”
20ArchbishopBelieve me, I am passing light in spirit.
21MowbraySo much the worse, if your own rule be true. Shouts within.
22LancasterThe word of peace is render’d: hark, how they shout!
23MowbrayThis had been cheerful after victory.
24ArchbishopA peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
And neither party loser.
25LancasterGo, 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.
26ArchbishopGo, good Lord Hastings,
And, ere they be dismiss’d, let them march by. Exit Hastings.
27LancasterI trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.
28Reenter Westmoreland.
29Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
30WestmorelandThe leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.
31LancasterThey know their duties.
32Reenter Hastings.
33HastingsMy 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.
34WestmorelandGood tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which
I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason:
And you, lord archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,
Of capitol treason I attach you both.
35MowbrayIs this proceeding just and honourable?
36WestmorelandIs your assembly so?
37ArchbishopWill you thus break your faith?
38LancasterI pawn’d thee none:
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.
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,
Treason’s true bed and yielder up of breath. Exeunt.