I muse, you make so slight a question. Archb. Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule; For this contains our general grievances Each several article herein redress'd; All members of our cause, both here and hence, West. This will I show the general. Please you, lords, In sight of both our battles we may meet: And either end in peace,—which Heaven so frame !— Or to the place of difference call the swords, Which must decide it. Archb. My lord, we will do so. [Trumpets sound.Exeunt WESTMOReland, GOWER, and other GENTLEMEN. Mowb. There is a thing within my bosom, tells me, That no conditions of our peace can stand. Hast. Fear you not that: if we can make our peace Upon such large terms, and so absolute, As our conditions shall consist upon, Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. Archb. No, no, my lord; Note this, the king is weary Of dainty and such picking grievances: He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend. Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods On late offenders, that he now doth lack The very instruments of chastisement: So that his power, like to a fangless lion, May offer, but not hold. Archb. "Tis very true;— And therefore be assur'd, my good Lord Marshal, Mowb. Be it so. [Trumpets sound a Parley.] Here is return'd my Lord of Westmoreland. Enter WESTMORELAND. West. The prince is here at hand: Pleaseth your lordship, To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies ? Archb. Before, and greet his grace :-my lord, we come. [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.-Exeunt WESTMORELAND, the ARCHBISHOP, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS, and their Friends. SCENE III. Another Part of the Forest. Trumpets sound a Parley. Enter on one Side, the ARCHBISHOP, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS, and Other GENTLEMEN :-from the other Side, PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, GOWER, GENTLEMEN, and GUArds. P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray : Good day to you, gentle Lord Archbishop; Archb. My Lord of Lancaster, I sent your grace The parcels and particulars of our grief; The which hath been with scorn shov'd from the court; Whereon this Hydra son of war is born: Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep, With grant of our most just and right desires. Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes To the last man. 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 well; My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd. Discharge your powers unto their several counties, That all their eyes may bear those tokens home, Archb. I take your princely word for these redresses. P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my word. This news of peace; let them have pay, and part: My Lord Archbishop: but my love to you Archb. I do not doubt you. [Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.] P. John. The word of peace is render'd; hark, their drums! Mow. This had be cheerful, after victory. Archb. A peace is of the nature of a conquest; For then both parties nobly are subdu'd, 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 We should have cop'd withal. Archb. Go, good Lord Hastings, And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by. [Exit HASTINGS. Enter WESTMORELAND. P. John. 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. P. John. They know their duties. Enter HASTINGS. Hast. My lord, our army is dispers'd already : Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses 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 Archbishop,-and you, Lord Mowbray, Of capital treason I attach you both. [The GUARDS surround, and disarm them. I promis'd you redress of these same grievances, DIERS. |