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.

Lan.
They know their duties. Re-enter Hastings.

Hast.
My lord, our army is dispers'd already;
Like youthful Steers unyoak'd, they took their course
East, west, north, south; or like a school broke up,
Each hurries towards 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 Arch-bishop; and you, lord Mowbray;
Of capital treason I attach you both.

Mowb.
Is this proceeding just and honourable?

West.
Is your assembly so?

York.
Will you thus break your faith?

Lan.
I pawn'd you none;
I promis'd 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,
Heav'n, and not we, have safely fought to day.

Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.^{6 note} [Exeunt. [Alarm. Excursions.

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