SCENE II, Another Part of the Forest, Enter, from one side, MowBRAY, the Arch bishop, HASTINGS, and Others: from the other side, Prince JOHN of LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, Officers, and Attendants. P. John, You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray : - Good day to you, gentle Lord Archbishop; Than now to see you here an iron man, In deeds dishonourable? You have taken up, The subjects of his substitute, my father; Arch. Good my Lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace: The parcels aud particulars of our grief; The which hath been with scorn shov'd from the court, Whereon this Hydra son of war is born: With grant of our most just and right desires; , Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our for To the last man. tunes Hast. And though we here fall down, P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow, To sound the bottom of the after times. West. Pleaseth your Grace, to answer them directly, How far-forth you do like their articles? P. John. I like them all, and do allow them. And swear here by the honour of my blood, My Lord, these griefs shall be with speed re Upon my soul, they shall, If this may please you, Discharge your powers unto their several conn ties, 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. Arch. I take your princely word for these redresses. P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my word: And thereupon I drink unto your Grace. Hast. Go, Captain, I know, it will well ༣་ [To an Officer.] and de- part: please them; Hie thee, [Exit Officer. Arch. To you, my noble Lord of Westmo West. I pledge your I have bestow'd, to breed You would drink freely reland. Grace: And, if you knew what pains this present peace, my love to you Shall show itself more openly hereafter. season; For I am on the sudden, something ill. Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry; But heaviness foreruns the good event. den sorrow. since sud P. John. The word of peace is render'd; Hark, how 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. P. John. Go, 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 ve may peruse the men Arch. Go, good Lord Hastings, And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by. [Exit HASTINGS. P. John. I trust, Lords, we shall lie to-night together. Re-enter WESTMORELAND. 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. Re-enter HASTINGS. Hast. My Lord, our army is dispers'd al ready: Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses East, west, north, south; or, like broke up, a school Each hurries toward 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 Mowbray, Of capital treason I attach you both. Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honour❤ able? West. Is your assembly so? Arch. Will you thus break your faith? 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. Fondly |