Lan.
You are ^note well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray:
Good day to you, gentle ^note 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 ^note,
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 ^note?
To us the speaker in his parliament;
To us the imagined ^note voice of God himself ^note;
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 ^note the countenance and grace of heaven,
As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
In deeds dishonourable? You ^note have ^note ta'en ^note up,
Under the counterfeited zeal ^note of God ^note,
The subjects of his ^note substitute, my father,
And both against the peace of heaven and him
Have here up-swarm'd them.

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 misorder'd doth, in common sense ^note,
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 ^note been with scorn shoved from the court,
Whereon this Hydra son ^note of war is born;
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep
With grant of our most just and right desires ^note,
And true obedience, of this madness cured,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

Mowb.
If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
To the last man.

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 ^note mischief shall be born
And heir from heir shall hold this ^note quarrel up
Whiles ^note England shall have generation.

Lan.
You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow ^note,

To sound the bottom of the after-times.

West.
Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly
How far forth you do like their articles.

Lan.
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
Wrested his meaning and authority.
My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd;
Upon my soul ^note, 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. ^note

Arch.
I take your princely word for these redresses.

Lan.
I give ^note it you, and will maintain my word: ^note
And thereupon I drink unto your grace. ^note

Hast. ^note
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 ^note. [Exit Officer. ^{note note}

Arch.
To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.

West.
I pledge your grace; and, if you knew what pains
I have bestow'd to breed this present peace ^note,
You would drink freely: but my love to ye ^note
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

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 ^note, ‘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. ^note

Lan.
The word of peace is render'd: hark, how ^note they shout!

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.

Lan.
Go, my lord,
And let our army be discharged too. [Exit Westmoreland. ^note
And, good my lord, so please you, let our ^note trains
March by us, that we may peruse the men
We should have coped withal.

Arch.
Go, good Lord Hastings,
And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by. [Exit Hastings. ^note

Lan.
I trust, lords, we shall ^note lie to-night together. Re-enter ^note Westmoreland. ^note
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. ^note

Hast.
My lord, our army is dispersed already ^note:
Like youthful steers unyoked, they take their courses ^note
East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up,
Each hurries toward ^note 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,
Of capital treason I attach you both.

Mowb.
Is this proceeding just and honourable?

West.
Is your assembly so?

Arch.
Will you thus break your faith?

Lan.
I pawn'd thee ^note none:
I promised you redress of these same ^note 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 ^note.
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 ^note safely fought to-day.
Some guard these traitors ^note to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath. [Exeunt.

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