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Even by those men, that most have done us wrong.
The dangers of the days but newly gone,
(Whose memory is written on the earth
With yet-appearing blood) and the examples
? Of every minute's instance, (present now)
Have put us in these ill-beseeming arms:
Not to break peace, or any branch of it;
But to establish here a peace indeed,
Concurring both in name and quality. .
Weft. When ever yet was your appeal deny'd ?
Wherein have you been galled by the king ?
What peer has been suborn’d to grate on you?
should seal this lawless bloody book
Of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine,
And 'confecrate commotion's * bitter edge ?
York. 'My brother, general, the commonwealth ;
To brother born an household cruelty,
I make my quarrel in particular.
West. There is no need of any such rędress 3
Or, if there were, it not belongs to you.
Mowb. Why not to him, in part; and to us all,
That feel the bruises of the days before ;
And suffer the conditions of these times
To lay a heavy and unequal hand
Upon our honours ?
Weft. O my good lord Mowbray, * Conftrue the times to their necessities, & Of every minute's instance, ]-Of executions occurring every minute.
10 grate on]to injure, annoy, oppress.
confecrate)-alluding to the popish custom of consecrating the wea. pons, &c. to be used in croisades, or other service of the church. k civil.
My brother, general, the common-wealth; &c.]-The Lord Moulrag alledges public mismanagement as the fource of his discontent; my particular cause of quarrel arises from a domeftic injury, my brother's murder-Lord Scroop's. HENRY IV. Part I, Vol. III. p. 485. Wor.
m Conftrue the times to their neceffities,]-When you censure the times, do but consider the prelent exigencies Tt2
And you shall say indeed, -it is the time,
And not the king, that doth you injuries.
Yet, for your part, it not appears to me,
Either from the king, or in the present time,
should have an inch of any ground
To build a grief on: Were you not restor'd
To all the duke of Norfolk's signiories,
Your noble and right-well-remember'd father's ?
Mowb. What thing, in honour, had my father loft,
That need to be reviv'd, and breath'd in me?
The king, that lov'd him, as the state stood then,
Was, force perforce, compell’d to banish him :
And then, when Harry Bolingbroke, and he,–
Being mounted, and both roused in their seats,
Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,
* Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down,
Their eyes of fire sparkling through ° fights of steel,
And the loud trumpet blowing them together ;
Then, then, when there was nothing could have staid
My father from the breast of Bolingbroke,
0, when the king did throw his warder down,
His own life hung upon the staff he threw :
Then threw he down himself; and all their lives,
That, by indictment, and by dint of sword,
Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke.
Veft. You speak, lord Mowbray, now you know nor
The duke of Hereford was reputed then
In England the most valiant gentleman ;
Who knows, on whom fortune would then have smil'd ?
But, if your father had been victor there,
n Their armed fades in charge, ]-Their lances fix'd in their proper rest, or posture for the encounter.
figbes of freel,)-the pierced part of their h elmts, through which shey directed their aim,
He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry :
For all the country, in a general voice,
Cry'd hate upon him ; and all their prayers, and love,
Were ser on Hereford, whom they doted on,
And bless’d, and grac'd indeed, more than the king.
But this is mere digression from my purpose.--
Here come I from our princely general,
To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace,
That he will give you audience : and wherein
It shall appear, that your demands are just,
You shall enjoy them; every thing set off,
That might so much as think you enemies.
Mowb. But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer
And it proceeds from policy, not love.
Weft. Mowbray, you Pover-ween, to take it fo;
This offer comes from mercy, not from fear :
For, lo! within a ken, our army lies
Upon mine honour, all too confident
To give admittance to a thought of fear.
Our battle is more full of names than yours,
Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
Our armour all as strong, our cause the best;
Then reason wills, our hearts should be as good :
Say you not then, our offer is compell’d.
Mowb. Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley,
West. That argues but the shame of
offence : A rotten cafe abides no handling.
Haft. Hath the prince John a full commission,
In very ample virtue of his father,
To hear, and absolutely to determine
Of what conditions we shall stand upon ?
Weft. That is intended in the general's name ;
I muse, you make so Night a question.
P over-ween, ]-are too arrogant. 9 intended-1 muje, you make]-included-I am surprised you should
York. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this
For this contains our general grievances :-
Each several article herein redress’d;
All members of our cause, both here and hence,
That are 'infinew'd to this action,
Acquitted by a true substantial form ;
And present execution of our wills
To us, and to our purposes, confin'd ;
We come within our awful banks again,
And knit our powers to the arm of peace.
Weft. This will I shew the general. Please
In sight of both our battles we may meet :
And either end in peace, which heaven so frame !
Or to the place of difference call the swords
Which must decide it.
York. My lord, we will do so.
[Exit Weft, Mowb. There is a thing within my bosom, tells me, That no conditions of our peace can stand.
Haft. Fear you not that: if we can make our peace
Upon such large terms, and so absolute,
As our conditions shall insist upon,
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains,
Mowb. Ay, but our valuation shall be such,
That every night and false-derived cause,
Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason,
Shall, to the king, taste of this action :
That, were our loyal faiths martyrs in love,
I infinew'd]-embarked in.
true fubftantial form;]-a form of due validity. ? To us, and to our purposes, confin'd;]-As far as they relate to our, selves, and to the tenour of these proposals.--conhgn'd, confirm'd. our awful banks)--the proper limits of allegiance, « Thrust from the society of awful men."
Two GENTLEMEN OF VERONA, Vol. I. p. 140. 3 Ost, w battles]-armies,
We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind,
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff,
And good from bad find no partition.
York. No, no, my lord; Note this, the king is weary
* Of dainty and such 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 ;
And keep no tell-tale to his memory,
That may repeat and history his loss
To new remembrance : For full well he knows,
He cannot so precisely weed this land,
As his misdoubts present occasion :
His foes are so enrooted with his friends,
That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend.
So that this land, like an offensive wife,
That hath enrag'd him on to offer strokes;
As he is striking, holds his infant up,
And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm
That was uprear'd to execution.
Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods
On late offenders, that he now doth lack
The very inttruments of chastisement :
So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
May offer, but not hold.
York. 'Tis very true :
And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal,
If we do now make our atonement well,
Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
Grow stronger for the breaking.
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