And therefore will he wipe his tables clean; That may repeat and history his loss To new remembrance: For full well he knows, Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods On late offenders, that he now doth lack The very instruments of chastisement: So that his power, like to a fangless lion, May offer, but not hold. Arch. 'Tis very true;— And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal, Mowb. Be it so. Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Another Part of the Forest. Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, the Archbishop, HASTINGS, and Others: from the other side, Prince JOHN of LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, Officers, and Attendants. P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop ;— The very opener, and intelligencer, Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven, But misuse the reverence of The subjects of his substitute, my father; Arch. Good my lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace: 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 cur'd, 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: My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd; 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: Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland. pains I have bestow'd, to breed this present peace, West. I am glad of it.— Health to my lord, and gentle cousin, Mowbray. 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. Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be true. [Shouts within. P. John. The word of peace is render'd; Hark how they shout! Mowb. This had been cheerful, after victory. Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest; For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser. P. John. Go, my lord, And let our army be discharged too.~ [Exit WESTMORELAND. And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains Arch. Go, good lord Hastings, And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by. [Exit HASTINGS. P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night toge ther. Re-enter WESTMORELAND. Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still? West. The leaders, having charge from you to stand, |