Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, attended; afterwards, the ARCHBISHOP, HASTINGS, and others; from the other side, PRINCE JOHN of LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, OFFICERS, and others
- Prince John. You are well encount'red 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 Bishop,
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 th' imagin'd voice of God himself,
The very opener and intelligencer
Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven,
And our dull workings. O, who shall believe
But you misuse the reverence of your place,
Employ the countenance and grace of heav'n
As a false favourite doth his prince's name,
In deeds dishonourable? You have ta'en up,
Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
The subjects of His substitute, my father,
And both against the peace of heaven and him
Have here up-swarm'd them.
- Archbishop Scroop. Good my Lord of Lancaster,
I am not here against your father's peace;
But, as I told my Lord of Westmoreland,
The time misord'red doth, in common sense,
Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form
To hold our safety up. I sent your Grace
The parcels and particulars of our grief,
The which hath been with scorn shov'd from the court,
Whereon this hydra son of war is born;
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep
With grant of our most just and right desires;
And true obedience, of this madness cur'd,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
- Lord Mowbray. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
To the last man.
- Lord Hastings. And though we here fall down,
We have supplies to second our attempt.
If they miscarry, theirs shall second them;
And so success of mischief shall be born,
And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up
Whiles England shall have generation.
- 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.
- Prince John. I like them all and do allow them well;
And swear here, by the honour of my blood,
My father's purposes have been mistook;
And some about him have too lavishly
Wrested his meaning and authority.
My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd;
Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,
Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
As we will ours; and here, between the armies,
Let's drink together friendly and embrace,
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
Of our restored love and amity.
- Archbishop Scroop. I take your princely word for these redresses.
- Prince John. I give it you, and will maintain my word;
And thereupon I drink unto your Grace.
- Lord Hastings. 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.
- 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.
- Archbishop Scroop. I do not doubt you.
- Earl of Westmoreland. I am glad of it.
Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray.
- Lord Mowbray. You wish me health in very happy season,
For I am on the sudden something ill.
- 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.'
- Archbishop Scroop. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.
- Lord Mowbray. So much the worse, if your own rule be true.
- Prince John. The word of peace is rend'red. Hark, how they
- Lord Mowbray. This had been cheerful after victory.
- Archbishop Scroop. A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdu'd,
And neither party loser.
- Prince John. Go, my lord,
And let our army be discharged too.
And, good my lord, so please you let our trains
March by us, that we may peruse the men
We should have cop'd withal.
- Archbishop Scroop. Go, good Lord Hastings,
And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.
- Prince John. I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.
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.
- Prince John. They know their duties.
- 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.
- Lord Mowbray. Is this proceeding just and honourable?
- Earl of Westmoreland. Is your assembly so?
- Archbishop Scroop. Will you thus break your faith?
- Prince John. I pawn'd thee none:
I promis'd you redress of these same grievances
Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour,
I will perform with a most Christian care.
But for you, rebels—look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.
Strike up our drums, pursue the scatt'red stray.
God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed and yielder-up of breath. Exeunt