Haft. Befides, the king hath wafted all his rods So that his power, like to a fangless lion, York. 'Tis very true; And therefore be affur'd, my good lord marshal, Mowb. Be it fo. Here is return'd my lord of Westmorland. Enter Westmorland. Weft. The prince is here at hand, pleaseth your lord hip To meet his grace, juft diftance 'tween our armies? Mowb. Your grace of York in God's name then fet forward. Enter on one fide Mowbray, the Archbishop, Haftings, and others: from the other fide prince John of Lancaster, Westmorland, Officers, &c. Lan. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop ;- Than now to fee you here an iron man, your drum, Turning Turning the word to fword, and life to death. To us, the imagin'd voice of heaven itself; Between the grace, 4 the fanctities of heaven, York. Good my lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace: The parcels and particulars of our grief; The which hath been with fcorn fhov'd from the court, 4 the fanctities of heaven,] This expreffion Milton has copied, "Around him all the fanctities of heaven 5 You have taken up,] To take up is to levy, to raise in arms. JOHNSON. 6 in common fenfe,] I believe Shakespeare wrote com mon fence, i. e. drove by felf-defence. WARBURTON. Common fenfe is the general fenfe of gencral danger. JOHNSON. Whereon Whereon this Hydra fon of war is born: Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes Haft. And though we here fall down, Lan. You are too fhallow, Haftings, much too fhallow, To found the bottom of the after-times. Weft. 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; My lord, these griefs fhall be with speed redrefs'd; York. I take your princely word for these redreffes. And thereupon I drink unto your grace. And fo fuccefs of mischief-] Success for fucceffion. WARBURTON. This news of peace; let them have pay, and part : I have beftow'd to breed this present peace, York. I do not doubt you. Weft. I am glad of it. Health to my lord, and gentle coufin Mowbray. Mowb. You wish me health in very happy season, For I am, on the fudden, fomething ill. York. Againft ill chances men are ever merry; But heaviness fore-runs the good event. Weft. Therefore be merry, coz; fince fudden for row Serves to fay thus:-fome good thing comes to-mor row. York. Believe me, I am paffing light in fpirit. true. [Shouts. Lan. The word of peace is render'd; hark! how they shout. Mowb. This had been cheerful after victory. York. A peace is of the nature of a conqueft; For then both parties nobly are fubdu'd, And neither party lofer. Lan. Go, my lord, And let our army be discharged too. [Exit Weft. -And, good my lord, fo please you, 9 let our trains Therefore be merry, coz ;-] That is, Therefore, notwithftanding this fudden impulfe to heavinefs, be merry, for fuch fudden dejections forebode good. JOHNSON. 9 let our trains, &c.] That is, Our army on each part, that we may both fee thofe that were to have oppofed us. JOHNSON. March March by us; that we may peruse the men York. Go, good lord Haftings; And, ere they be difmifs'd, let them march by. [Exit Haftings. Lan. I truft, lords, we fhall lie to-night together. Re-enter Westmorland. Now, coufin, wherefore ftands our army ftill? ftand, Will not go off until they hear you speak. Lan. They know their duties. Re-enter Haftings. Haft. My lord, our army is difpers'd already: Like youthful fteers unyoak'd, they took their courfe Eaft, weft, north, fouth; or, like a school broke up, Each hurries towards his home and fporting place. Weft. Good tidings, my lord Haftings; for the which - I do arreft thee, traitor, of high treason :- Mowb. Is this proceeding juft and honourable? York. Will you thus break your faith? Lan. I pawn'd thee none; I promis'd you redrefs of these fame grievances Some |