To us, and to our purposes, confin'd; We come within our awful banks again, Weft. This will I fhew the General. Please you, lords, York. My lord, we will do fo. [Exit Weft. Mowb. There is a thing within my bofom tells me, That no conditions of our peace can stand. Haft. Fear you not that: if we can make our peace Upon fuch large terms and fo abfolute, As our conditions fhall infift upon, Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. York. No, no, my lord, note this; the King is weary Of dainty and fuch picking grievances: For he hath found, to end one doubt by death, Revives two greater in the heirs of life. And therefore will he wipe his tables clean, That may repeat and history his lofs To new remembrance. For full well he knows, As his misdoubts present occafion; (17) In fight of Both our Battles, we may meet At either end in Peace; (which Heav'n so frame ! Or to the Place of Diff'rence, &c.] The Alteration which I have made here in the Pointing, and that easy, but certain, Change in the Text, I owe to the Direction of the ingenious Dr. Thirlby. His His foes are fo enrooted with his friends, Haft. Befides, the King hath wafted all his rods So that his pow'r, like to a fanglefs Lion, York.' 'Tis very true : And therefore be affur'd, my good lord Marshal, Our peace will, like a broken limb united, Mowb. Be it fo. Here is return'd my lord of Westmorland. Enter Weftmorland. Weft. 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 fet forward. York. Before, and greet his Grace; my lord, we come. Enter Prince John of Lancaster. Lan. You're well encounter'd here, my coufin Mow bray; Good day to you, my gentle lord Arch-bishop, L 3 Turning Turning the word to fword, and life to death. To us, th' imagin'd voice of heav'n it self; Between the grace, the fanctities of heav'n, York. Good my lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace: The which hath been with fcorn fhov'd from the Court: Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd afleep With Grant of our moft juft and right defire; And true Obedience, of this madness cur'd, Stoop tamely to the foot of Majesty. Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes To the last man. Haft. And though we here fall down, We have Supplies to fecond our attempt: If they miscarry, theirs fhall fecond them. And fo Succefs of mifchief fhall be born, And And heir from heir fhall hold his quarrel up, Lan. You are too fhallow, Haftings, much too fhallow, To found the bottom of the after-times. Weft. Pleafeth your Grace, to answer them directly, How far-forth you do like their articles ? Lan. I like them all, and do allow them well : My lord, thefe griefs fhall be with speed redreft; York. I take your princely word for thefe Redreffes. Lan. I give it you; and will maintain my word; And thereupon I drink unto your Grace. Haft. Go, captain, and deliver to the army This news of peace; let them have pay, and part: I know, it will please them. Hie thee, captain. [Exit Colevile. York. To you, my noble lord of Westmorland. Weft. I pledge your Grace; and if you knew what pains I have beftow'd, to breed this present peace, You would drink freely; but my love to ye York. I do not doubt you. Weft. I am glad of it. Health to my lord, and gentle coufin Mowbray. Mowb. You with me health in very happy feason, For I am on the fudden fomething ill. York. Againft ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness fore-runs the good event. Weft. Therefore be merry, Coz, fince sudden forrow Serves to fay thus; fome good thing comes to morrow. L 4 York. York. Believe me, I am paffing light in spirit. Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be true. [Shouts. Lan. The word of peace is render'd; hark! they fhout. Mob. This had been chearful after victory. York. A peace is of the nature of a conquest; Lan. Go, my lord, And let our army be discharged too. [Exit Welt. And, good my lord, fo pleafe you, let our trains March by us, that we may perufe the men We should have cop'd withal. York. Go, good lord Haftings: And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by. [Exit Haflings. Lan. I truft, lords, we fhall lie to night together. Re-enter Weftmorland. Now, coufin, wherefore ftands our army ftill? Lan. They know their duties. Re-enter Haftings. Haft. My lord, our army is difpers'd already : Like youthful Steers unyoak'd, they took their courfe Eaft, weft, north, fouth: or like a school broke up, Each hurries towards his home and fporting-place. Weft. Good tidings, my lord Haflings; for the which I do arreft thee, traitor, of high treason: And you, lord Arch-bishop, and you, lord Mowbray, Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable? York. Will you thus break your faith? Lan. I pawn'd you none: I promis'd you Redress of these fame grievances, Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour, |