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And therefore will he wipe his tables clean;
Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods
Arch. "Tis very true;
Mowb. Be it so.
Re-enter WESTMORELAND. West. The prince is here at hand : Pleaseth your lord
ship, 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.
Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, the Archbishop, Hast
INGS, and Others: from the other side, Prince John of LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, Officers, and 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.My lord of York, it better show'd 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, 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 bishops 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 imagin’d voice of God himself ;
The very opener, and intelligencer,
Arch. Good my lord of Lancaster,
Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
Hast. And though we here fall down,
P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too
shallow, To sound the bottom of the after-times.
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:
Arch. I take your princely word for these redresses.
P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my word : And thereupon I drink unto your grace. Hast. Go, captain, [To an Officer.] 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. Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland. West. I pledge your grace: And, if you knew what
Arch. I do not doubt you.
West. I am glad of it.-
Mowb. You wish me health in very happy season;
Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry; But heaviness foreruns the good event.
West. Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow Serves to say thus,-Some good thing comes to-morrow.
Arch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.
[Shouts within P. John. The word of peace is render'd; Hark how
Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
P. John. Go, my lord,
Arch. Go, good lord Hastings,
[Exit Hastings. P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night toge
Re-enter WestMORELAND. Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still ?
West. The leaders, having charge from you to stand,