1    You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray:
2    Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop;
3    And so to you, Lord Hastings, and to all.
4    My Lord of York, it better show'd with you
5    When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
6    Encircled you to hear with reverence
7    Your exposition on the holy text
8    Than now to see you here an iron man,
9    Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
10   Turning the word to sword and life to death.
11   That man that sits within a monarch's heart,
12   And ripens in the sunshine of his favour,
13   Would he abuse the countenance of the king,
14   Alack, what mischiefs might he set abrooch
15   In shadow of such greatness! With you, lord bishop,
16   It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken
17   How deep you were within the books of God?
18   To us the speaker in his parliament;
19   To us the imagined voice of God himself;
20   The very opener and intelligencer
21   Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven
22   And our dull workings. O, who shall believe
23   But you misuse the reverence of your place,
24   Employ the countenance and grace of heaven,
25   As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
26   In deeds dishonourable? You have ta'en up,
27   Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
28   The subjects of his substitute, my father,
29   And both against the peace of heaven and him
30   Have here up-swarm'd them.

31   Good my Lord of Lancaster,
32   I am not here against your father's peace;
33   But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
34   The time misorder'd doth, in common sense,
35   Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form,
36   To hold our safety up. I sent your grace
37   The parcels and particulars of our grief,
38   The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court,
39   Whereon this Hydra son of war is born;
40   Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep
41   With grant of our most just and right desires,
42   And true obedience, of this madness cured,
43   Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

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

46   And though we here fall down,
47   We have supplies to second our attempt:
48   If they miscarry, theirs shall second them;
49   And so success of mischief shall be born
50   And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up
51   Whiles England shall have generation.

52   You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow,
53   To sound the bottom of the after-times.

54   Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly
55   How far forth you do like their articles.

56   I like them all, and do allow them well,
57   And swear here, by the honour of my blood,
58   My father's purposes have been mistook,
59   And some about him have too lavishly
60   Wrested his meaning and authority.
61   My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd;
62   Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,
63   Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
64   As we will ours: and here between the armies
65   Let's drink together friendly and embrace,
66   That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
67   Of our restored love and amity.

68   I take your princely word for these redresses.

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

71   Go, captain, and deliver to the army
72   This news of peace: let them have pay, and part:
73   I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain.

74   To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.

75   I pledge your grace; and, if you knew what pains
76   I have bestow'd to breed this present peace,
77   You would drink freely: but my love to ye
78   Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

79   I do not doubt you.

80   I am glad of it.
81   Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray.

82   You wish me health in very happy season;
83   For I am, on the sudden, something ill.

84   Against ill chances men are ever merry;
85   But heaviness foreruns the good event.

86   Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow
87   Serves to say thus, 'some good thing comes
88   to-morrow.'

89   Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.

90   So much the worse, if your own rule be true.

91   The word of peace is render'd: hark, how they shout!

92   This had been cheerful after victory.

93   A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
94   For then both parties nobly are subdued,
95   And neither party loser.

96   Go, my lord,
97   And let our army be discharged too.
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98   And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
99   March, by us, that we may peruse the men
100  We should have coped withal.

101  Go, good Lord Hastings,
102  And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by.

103  I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.
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104  Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?

105  The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
106  Will not go off until they hear you speak.

107  They know their duties.

108  My lord, our army is dispersed already;
109  Like youthful steers unyoked, they take their courses
110  East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up,
111  Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place.

112  Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which
113  I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason:
114  And you, lord archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,
115  Of capitol treason I attach you both.

116  Is this proceeding just and honourable?

117  Is your assembly so?

118  Will you thus break your faith?

119  I pawn'd thee none:
120  I promised you redress of these same grievances
121  Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour,
122  I will perform with a most Christian care.
123  But for you, rebels, look to taste the due
124  Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.
125  Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
126  Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence.
127  Strike up our drums, pursue the scatter'd stray:
128  God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.
129  Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
130  Treason's true bed and yielder up of breath.