Speeches (Lines) for Earl of Westmoreland
in "Henry IV, Part II"

Total: 21

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1

IV,1,2231

Lord Mowbray. I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.

Earl of Westmoreland. Health and fair greeting from our general,
The Prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.


2

IV,1,2235

Archbishop Scroop. Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace,
What doth concern your coming.

Earl of Westmoreland. Then, my lord,
Unto your Grace do I in chief address
The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags,
And countenanc'd by boys and beggary-
I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd
In his true, native, and most proper shape,
You, reverend father, and these noble lords,
Had not been here to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection
With your fair honours. You, Lord Archbishop,
Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd,
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd,
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd,
Whose white investments figure innocence,
The dove, and very blessed spirit of peace-
Wherefore you do so ill translate yourself
Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,
Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war;
Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to lances, and your tongue divine
To a loud trumpet and a point of war?


3

IV,1,2293

Archbishop Scroop. Wherefore do I this? So the question stands.
Briefly to this end: we are all diseas'd
And with our surfeiting and wanton hours
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
And we must bleed for it; of which disease
Our late King, Richard, being infected, died.
But, my most noble Lord of Westmoreland,
I take not on me here as a physician;
Nor do I as an enemy to peace
Troop in the throngs of military men;
But rather show awhile like fearful war
To diet rank minds sick of happiness,
And purge th' obstructions which begin to stop
Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.
I have in equal balance justly weigh'd
What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,
And find our griefs heavier than our offences.
We see which way the stream of time doth run
And are enforc'd from our most quiet there
By the rough torrent of occasion;
And have the summary of all our griefs,
When time shall serve, to show in articles;
Which long ere this we offer'd to the King,
And might by no suit gain our audience:
When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs,
We are denied access unto his person,
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,
Hath 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.

Earl of Westmoreland. When ever yet was your appeal denied;
Wherein have you been galled by the King;
What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you
That you should seal this lawless bloody book
Of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine,
And consecrate commotion's bitter edge?


4

IV,1,2302

Archbishop Scroop. My brother general, the commonwealth,
To brother horn an household cruelty,
I make my quarrel in particular.

Earl of Westmoreland. There is no need of any such redress;
Or if there were, it not belongs to you.


5

IV,1,2309

Lord Mowbray. Why not to him in part, and to us all
That feel the bruises of the days before,
And suffer the condition of these times
To lay a heavy and unequal hand
Upon our honours?

Earl of Westmoreland. O my good Lord Mowbray,
Construe the times to their necessities,
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,
That you 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-rememb'red father's?


6

IV,1,2336

Lord Mowbray. What thing, in honour, had my father lost
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 that Henry 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 sights of steel,
And the loud trumpet blowing them together—
Then, then, when there was nothing could have stay'd
My father from the breast of Bolingbroke,
O, 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.

Earl of Westmoreland. You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.
The Earl 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,
He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry;
For all the country, in a general voice,
Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love
Were set 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, everything set off
That might so much as think you enemies.


7

IV,1,2355

Lord Mowbray. But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer;
And it proceeds from policy, not love.

Earl of Westmoreland. Mowbray. you overween to take it so.
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 will our hearts should be as good.
Say you not, then, our offer is compell'd.


8

IV,1,2366

Lord Mowbray. Well, by my will we shall admit no parley.

Earl of Westmoreland. That argues but the shame of your offence:
A rotten case abides no handling.


9

IV,1,2372

Lord Hastings. 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?

Earl of Westmoreland. That is intended in the general's name.
I muse you make so slight a question.


10

IV,1,2384

Archbishop Scroop. Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule,
For this contains our general grievances.
Each several article herein redress'd,
All members of our cause, both here and hence,
That are insinewed 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.

Earl of Westmoreland. This will I show the general. Please you, lords,
In sight of both our battles we may meet;
And either end in peace—which God so frame!-
Or to the place of diff'rence call the swords
Which must decide it.


11

IV,1,2435

(stage directions). Re-enter WESTMORELAND

Earl of Westmoreland. The Prince is here at hand. Pleaseth your
To meet his Grace just distance 'tween our armies?


12

IV,2,2495

Prince John. YOU are too shallow, Hastings, much to shallow,
To sound the bottom of the after-times.

Earl of Westmoreland. Pleaseth your Grace to answer them directly
How far forth you do like their articles.


13

IV,2,2517

Archbishop Scroop. To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.

Earl of Westmoreland. I pledge your Grace; and if you knew what pains
I have bestow'd to breed this present peace,
You would drink freely; but my love to ye
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.


14

IV,2,2522

Archbishop Scroop. I do not doubt you.

Earl of Westmoreland. I am glad of it.
Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray.


15

IV,2,2528

Archbishop Scroop. Against ill chances men are ever merry;
But heaviness foreruns the good event.

Earl of Westmoreland. Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow
Serves to say thus, 'Some good thing comes to-morrow.'


16

IV,2,2551

Prince John. I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.
[Re-enter WESTMORELAND]
Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?

Earl of Westmoreland. The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.


17

IV,2,2559

Lord Hastings. My lord, our army is dispers'd already.
Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses
East, west, north, south; or like a school broke up,
Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place.

Earl of 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.


18

IV,2,2564

Lord Mowbray. Is this proceeding just and honourable?

Earl of Westmoreland. Is your assembly so?


19

IV,3,2666

Prince John. Now, have you left pursuit?

Earl of Westmoreland. Retreat is made, and execution stay'd.


20

IV,4,2831

Henry IV. 'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb
In the dead carrion.
[Enter WESTMORELAND]
Who's here? Westmoreland?

Earl of Westmoreland. Health to my sovereign, and new happiness
Added to that that am to deliver!
Prince John, your son, doth kiss your Grace's hand.
Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings, and all,
Are brought to the correction of your law.
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd,
But Peace puts forth her olive everywhere.
The manner how this action hath been borne
Here at more leisure may your Highness read,
With every course in his particular.


21

IV,4,2866

Prince Thomas. O my royal father!

Earl of Westmoreland. My sovereign lord, cheer up yourself, look up.


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