Yet, for your part, it not appears to me, O! when the king did throw his warder down, His own life hung upon the staff he threw : Then threw he down himself, and all their lives, That, by indictment, and by dint of sword, Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke. West. You speak, lord Mowbray, now, you know not what. The earl of Hereford was reputed, then, In England the most valiant gentleman: Who knows on whom fortune would then have smil'd? But if your father had been victor there, He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry; Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace, Mowb. But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer; And it proceeds from policy, not love. West. Mowbray, you overween to take it so. Mowb. Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley. West. That argues but the shame of your offence : A rotten case abides no handling. Hast. Hath the prince John a full commission, In very ample virtue of his father, To hear, and absolutely to determine Of what conditions we shall stand upon? West. That is intended in the general's name: I muse you make so slight a question. Arch. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this sche dule, For this contains our general grievances : Each several article herein redress'd; All members of our cause, both here and hence, That are insinew'd to this action, 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 God so frame, Or to the place of difference call the swords Arch. My lord, we will do so. [Exit WEST. 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. That every slight and false-derived cause, That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff, And good from bad find no partition. Arch. No, no, my lord. Note this,-the king is weary Of dainty and such picking grievances : For he hath found, to end one doubt by death To new remembrance. For full well he knows Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods Arch. '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, Mowb. Be it so. Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland. 5 -HER MAN him on in the old copies-an easy and evident blunder, set right in the Corr. fol. 1632. Re-enter WESTMORELAND. West. The prince is here at hand. Pleaseth your lordship To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies? Mowb. Your grace of York, in God's name then, set forward. Arch. Before, and greet his grace.-My lord, we come. SCENE II.-Another part of the Forest. [Exeunt. Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, the Archbishop, HASTINGS, and Others: from the other side, Prince JOHN OF LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, Officers and military Attendants. P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray. Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop; And so to you, lord Hastings,—and to all.— |