Lancaster

You are well encountered here, my cousin Mowbray:

Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop;

And so to you, Lord Hastings, and to all.

My Lord of York, it better showed 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 talking,

Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,

Turning the word to sword and life to death.

That man that sits within a monarch's heart,

And ripens in the sunshine 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 God?

To us the speaker in his parliament;

To us the imagined voice of God himself;

The very opener and intelligencer

Between the grace, the sanctities 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? You have ta'en 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-swarmed them.

Scroop

Good my Lord of Lancaster,

I am not here against your father's peace;

But, as I told my Lord of Westmoreland,

The time misordered doth, 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 shoved from the court,

Whereon this Hydra son of war is born;

Whose dangerous eyes may well be charmed asleep

With grant of our most just and right desires,

And true obedience, of this madness cured,

Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

Mowbray

If not, we ready are to try our fortunes

To the last man.

Hastings

And though we here fall down,

We have supplies to second our attempt:

If they miscarry, theirs shall second them;

And so success of mischief shall be born

And heir from heir shall hold his quarrel up

Whiles England shall have generation.

Lancaster

You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow,

To sound the bottom of the after-times.

Westmoreland

Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly

How far forth you do like their articles.

Lancaster

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 redressed;

Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please 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.

Scroop

I take your princely word for these redresses.

Lancaster

I give it you, and will maintain my word:

And thereupon I drink unto your grace.

Hastings

Go, captain, and deliver to the army

This news of peace: let them have pay, and part:

I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain. Exit Officer.

Scroop

To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.

Westmoreland

I pledge your grace; and, if you knew what pains

I have bestowed to breed this present peace,

You would drink freely: but my love to ye

Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

Scroop

I do not doubt you.

Westmoreland

I am glad of it.

Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray.

Mowbray

You wish me health in very happy season;

For I am, on the sudden, something ill.

Scroop

Against ill chances men are ever merry;

But heaviness foreruns the good event.

Westmoreland

Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow

Serves to say thus, “some good thing comes to-morrow.”

Scroop

Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.

Mowbray

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

Lancaster

The word of peace is rendered: hark, how they shout!

Mowbray

This had been cheerful after victory.

Scroop

A peace is of the nature of a conquest;

For then both parties nobly are subdued,

And neither party loser.

Lancaster

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 we may peruse the men

We should have coped withal.

Scroop

Go, good Lord Hastings,

And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by. Exit Hastings.

Lancaster

I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together. Re-enter WESTMORELAND.

Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?

Westmoreland

The leaders, having charge from you to stand,

Will not go off until they hear you speak.

Lancaster

They know their duties. Re-enter HASTINGS.

Hastings

My lord, our army is dispersed already;

Like youthful steers unyoked, they take their courses

East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up,

Each hurries toward his home and sportingplace.

Westmoreland

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.

Mowbray

Is this proceeding just and honourable?

Westmoreland

Is your assembly so?

Scroop

Will you thus break your faith?

Lancaster

I pawned thee none:

I promised you redress of these same grievances

Whereof 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 scattered stray:

God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.

Some guard these traitors to the block of death,

Treason's true bed and yielder-up of breath. Exeunt.