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Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods
On late offenders, that he now doth lack

inftruments of chastiseinent:
So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
May offer, but not hold.

York. 'Tis very true ;
And therefore be assur’d, my good lord marshal,
If we do now make our atonement well,
Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
Grow stronger for the breaking.

Mowb. Be it fo.
Here is return'd my lord of Westmorland.

Enter Westmorland. Weft. The prince is here at hand, pleaseth your

lordinip To meet his grace, just distance 'tween our armies ? Mowb. Your


of York in God's name then set forward. York. Before, and greet his grace.-My lord, we




Enter' on one side Mowbray, the Archbishop, Hastings, and

others: from the other side prince John of Lancafter,
Westmorland, Officers, &c.
Lan. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin

Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop ;--
And so to you, lord Hastings, and to all.
My lord of York, it better shew'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 fits within a monarch's heart,
And ripens in the sun-shine 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 heaven?
To us, the speaker in his parliament;
To us, the imagin’d voice of heaven itself;
The very opener, and intelligencer
Between the grace, 4 the fanctities 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 ? 5 You have taken 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.

York. Good my lord of Lancaster,
I am not here against your father's peace :
But, as I told my lord of Westmorland,
The time mif-order'd doth, 6 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 shov'd from the court,


the fanctities of heaven,] This expreflion Milton has copied,

“ Around him all the fanctities of heaven

“ Stood thick as stars.” Johnson. s You have taken up,] To take up is to levy, to raise in Johnson.

in common sense,] I believe Shakespeare wrote common fence, i. e, drove by felf-defence. WARBURTON. Common sense is the general sense of gencral danger.




Whereon this Hydra son of war is born:
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep
With grant of our inost just and right desires;
And true obedience, of this madness curid,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

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

Haft. And though we here fall down, We have supplies to second our attempt; If they miscarry, theirs shall second them: 7 And so fucceis of mischief shall be born, And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up, While England shall have generation. Lan. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too

shallow, To found 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 life they shall. If this may plerse 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.

York. I take your princely word for these redresses.

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

Haft. Go, captain, and deliver to the army

. And so success of mischief-] Success for succession.


This news of peace; let them have


part : I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain.

[Exit Colevile. York. To you, my noble lord of Westmorland. Weft. I 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 you Shall shew itself more openly hereafter.

York. I do not doubt you.
Weft. 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.

York. Against ill chances men are ever merry; But heaviness fore-runs the good event.

Weft. 8 Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden for


Serves to say thus :- some good thing comes to-mor



York. Believe me, I am passing light in fpirit.
Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule loc

[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 conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdu’d,
And neither


loser. Lan. Go, my lord, And let our army be discharged too. [Exit Weft. --And, good my lord, so please you, ' let our trains

& Therefore be merry, coz;-) That is, Therefore, notwithstanding this sudden impulse to heaviness, be merry, for such sudden dejections forebode good. JOHNSON.

let our trains, &c.] That is, Our army on each part, that we may both see those that were to have opposed us.



March by us ; that we may peruse the men
We should have cop'd withal.

York. Go, good lord Hastings;
And, ere they be dismiss’d, let them march by.

[Exit Hastings. Lan. I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.

Re-enter Westmorland. 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. Haft. 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. Weft. Good tidings, my lord Hastings ; for the

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 ?
Weft. Is your assembly fo?
York. Will you thus break

thus break your faith?
Lan. I pawn’d thee none;
I promis’d you redress of these fame grievances

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;
Heaven, and not we, have safely fought to-day.


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