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To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude;

They say, the bishop and Northumberland And in the calmest and most stillest night,

Are fifty thousand strong. With all appliances and means to boot,

War.

It cannot be, my

lord : Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down! Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

The numbers of the fear'd. Please it your grace, Enter WARWICK and SURREY.

To go to bed; upon my soul, my lord, War. Many good morrows to your majesty! The

powers that you already have sent forth, K. Hen. Is it good morrow, lords?

Shall bring this prize in very easily. War. "Tis one o'clock, and past.

To comfort you the more, I have receiv'd
K. Hen. Why then, good morrow to you all, my lords. A certain instance that Glendower is dead.
Have you read o'er the letters that I sent you? Your majesty hath been this fortnight ill,
War. We have, my liege.

And these unseason'd hours, perforce, must add
K. Hen. Then you perceive, the body of our kingdom Unto your sickness.
How foul it is; what rank diseases grow,

K. Hen.

I will take your counsel : And with what danger, near the heart of it.

And were these inward wars once out of hand, War. It is but as a body, yet, distemper'd, We would, dear lords, unto the Holy Land. (Exeunt. Which to his former strength may be restor'd,

SCENE II.-Court before Justice SHALLOW's House With good advice, and little medicine.

in Gloucestershire. My lord Northumberland will soon be cool'd.

K. Hen. O God! that one might read the book of fate, Enter Shallow and Silence, meeting; Mouldy, ShaAnd see the revolution of the times

DOW, Wart, FEEBLE, BULL-Calf, and Servants, beMake mountains level, and the continent,

hind. Weary of solid firmness, melt itself

Shal. Come on, come on, come on, sir; give me your Into the sea : and, other times, to see

hand, sir, give me your hand, sir: an early stirrer, by The beachy girdle of the ocean

the rood. And how doth my good cousin Silence ? Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, Sil. Good morrow, good cousin Shallow. And changes fill the cup of alteration

Shal. And how doth my cousin, your bedfellow? and With divers liquors! O, if this were seen,

your fairest daughter and mine, my god-daughter Ellen? The happiest youth, viewing his progress through, Sil. Alas! a black ouzel, cousin Shallow. What perils past, what crosses to ensue,

Shal. By yea and nay, sir, I dare say, my cousin Would shut the book, and sit him down and die. William is become a good scholar. He is at Oxford, 'Tis not ten years gone,

still, is he not? Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends, Sil. Indeed, sir; to my cost. Did feast together, and in two years after

Shal. He must then to the inns of court shortly. I Were they at wars : it is but eight years, since was once of Clement's inn; where, I think, they will This Percy was the man nearest my soul;

talk of mad Shallow yet. Who like a brother toil'd in my affairs,

Sil. You were called lusty Shallow then, cousin. And laid his love and life under my foot;

Shal. By the mass, I was called any thing; and I Yea, for my sake, even to the eyes of Richard, would have done any thing, indeed, and roundly too. Gave him defiance. But which of you was by, There was I, and little John Doit of Staffordshire, and (You, cousin Nevil, as I may remember) [To WARWICK. black George Barnes, and Francis Pickbone, and will When Richard, with his eye brimfull of tears, Squele a Cotswold man; you had not four such swingeThen check'd and rated by Northumberland, bucklers in all the inns of court again: and, I may say Did speak these words, now prov'd a prophecy? to you, we knew where the bona-robas were, and had “Northumberland, thou ladder, by the which

the best of them all at commandment. Then was Jack My cousin Bolingbroke ascends my throne;"

Falstaff, now sir John, a boy, and page to Thomas Though then, God knows, I had no such intent, Mowbray, duke of Norfolk. But that necessity so bow'd the state,

Sil. This sir John, cousin, that comes hither anon That I and greatness were compellid to kiss.

about soldiers ? “ The time shall come," thus did he follow it,

Shal. The same sir John, the very same. I saw him “The time will come, that foul sin, gathering head, break Skogan's head at the court gate, when he was a Shall break into corruption :"-s0 went on,

crack not thus high : and the very same day did I Foretelling this same time's condition,

fight with one Sampson Stockfish, a fruiterer, behind And the division of our amity.

Gray's-inn. Jesu! Jesu! the mad days that I have War. There is a history in all men's lives,

spent! and to see how many of mine old acquaintance Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd;

are dead! The which observ'd, a man may prophesy,

Sil. We shall all follow, cousin. With a near aim, of the main chance of things

Shal. Certain, 'tis certain ; very sure, very sure : As yet not come to life, which in their seeds, death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all And weak beginnings, lie intreasured.

shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford Such things become the hatch and brood of time; fair? And, by the necessary form of this,

Sil. Truly, cousin, I was not there. King Richard might create a perfect guess,

Shal. Death is certain.—Is old Double of your town That great Northumberland, then false to him, living yet. Would, of that seed, grow to a greater falseness, Sil. Dead, sir. Which should not find a ground to root upon,

Shal. Jesu! Jesu! Dead !--he drew a good bow; Unless on you.

-and dead !-he shot a fine shoot :-John of Gaunt K. Hen. Are these things, then, necessities? loved him well, and betted much money on his head. Then let us meet them like necessities;

Dead !-he would have clapped in the clout at twelve And that same word even now cries out on us. score; and carried you a forehand shaft a fourteen and

fourteen and a half, that it would have done a man's Fal. Go to; peace, Mouldy! you

shall
go.

Mouldy, heart good to see.-How a score of ewes now? it is time you were spent.

Sil. Thereafter as they be; a score of good ewes Moul. Spent ! may be worth ten pounds.

Shal. Peace, fellow, peace! stand aside: know you Shal. And is old Double dead !

where you are ?- For the other, sir John :- let me see. Enter BARDOLPH, and one with him.

-Simon Shadow ! Sil. Here come two of sir John Falstaff's men, as I Fal. Yea marry, let me have him to sit under : he's think.

like to be a cold soldier. Shal. Good morrow, honest gentlemen.

Shal. Where's Shadow ? Bard. I beseech you, which is justice Shallow? Shad. Here, sir.

Shal. I am Robert Shallow, sir; a poor esquire of Fal. Shadow, whose son art thou? this county, and one of the king's justices of the peace. Shad. My mother's son, sir. What is your good pleasure with me?

Fal. Thy mother's son ! like enough; and thy Bard. My captain, sir, commends him to you; my father's shadow: so the son of the female is the shadow captain, sir John Falstaff: a tall gentleman, by heaven, of the male. It is often so, indeed; but not of the and a most gallant leader.

father's substance. Shal. He greets me well, sir: I knew him a good Shal. Do you like him, sir Jobn? backsword man. How doth the good knight? may I Fal. Shadow will serve for summer, prick him; for ask, how my lady his wife doth ?

we have a number of shadows to fill up the muster-book. Bard. Sir, pardon ; a soldier is better accommodated Shal. Thomas Wart! than with a wife.

Fal. Where's he? Shal. It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said Wart. Here, sir. indeed too. Better accommodated !-it is good; yea, Fal. Is thy name Wart? indeed, is it : good phrases are surely, and ever were, Wart. Yea, sir. very commendable. Accommodated :-it comes of Fal. Thou art a very ragged wart. accommodo : very good ; a good phrase.

Shal. Shall I prick him, sir John ? Bard. Pardon me, sir; I have heard the word. Fal. It were superfluous; for his apparel is built Phrase, call you it? By this good day, I know not upon his back, and the whole frame stands upon pins : the phrase : but I will maintain the word with my prick him no more. sword to be a soldier-like word, and a word of exceed- Shal. Ha, ha, ha!--you can do it, sir ; you can do ing good command, by heaven. Accommodated; that it: I commend you well. Francis Feeble! is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or, when Fee. Here, sir. a man is,-being, -whereby,- he may be thought to Fal. What trade art thou, Feeble ? be accommodated, which is an excellent thing.

Fee. A woman's tailor, sir.
Enter FALSTAFF.

Shal. Shall I prick him, sir ? Shal. It is very just.-Look, here comes good sir Fal. You may ; but if he had been a man's tailor, he John.—Give me your good hand, give me your wor- would have pricked you.-Wilt thou make as many ship’s good hand. By my troth, you like well, and holes in an enemy's battle, as thou hast done in a bear your years very well : welcome, good sir John. woman's petticoat?

Fal. I am glad to see you well, good master Robert Fee. I will do my good will, sir: you can have no more. Shallow.—Master Sure-card, as I think.

Fal. Well said, good woman's tailor! well said, Shal. No, sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in com- courageous Feeble! Thou wilt be as valiant as the mission with me.

wrathful dove, or most magnanimous mouse.-Prick Fal. Good master Silence, it well befits you should the woman's tailor well, master Shallow; deep master be of the peace.

Shallow. Sil. Your good worship is welcome.

Fee. I would Wart might have gone, sir. Fal. Fie! this is hot weather.-Gentlemen, have Fal, I would thou wert a man's tailor, that thou you provided me here half a dozen sufficient men? might'st mend him, and make him fit to go. I cannot Shal. Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit?

put him to a private soldier, that is the leader of so Fal. Let me see them, I beseech you.

many thousands : let that suffice, most forcible FeeShal. Where's the roll? where's the roll? where's ble. the roll ?—Let me see, let me see : so, so, so, so. Yea, Fee. It shall suffice, sir. marry, sir. -Ralph Mouldy!-let them appear as I Fal. I am bound to thee, reverend Feeble.---Who is call; let them do so, let them do so.—Let me see; next? where is Mouldy?

Shal. Peter Bull-calf of the green! Moul. Here, an it please you.

Fal. Yea, marry, let us see Bull-calf. Shal. What think you, sir John ? a good limbed Bull. Here, sir. fellow : young, strong, and of good friends.

Fal. 'Fore God, a likely fellow !-Come, prick me Fal. Is thy name Mouldy?

Bull-calf till he roar again. Moul. Yea, an it please you.

Bull. O lord ! good my lord captain, Fal. 'Tis the more time thou wert used.

Fal. What, dost thou roar before thou art pricked ? Shal. Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i' faith! things Bull. O Lord! sir, I am a diseased man. that are mouldy lack use : very singular good !-In Fal. What disease hast thou ? faith, well said, sir John; very well said.

Bull. A whoreson cold, sir; a cough, sir; which I Fal. Prick him.

[To Shallow. caught with ringing in the king's affairs upon his coroMoul. I was pricked well nough before, an you nation day, sir. could have let me alone : my old dame will be undone Fal. Come, thou shalt go to the wars in a gown. now, for one to do her husbandry, and her drudgery. We will have away thy cold; and I will take such order, You need not to have pricked me; there are other that thy friends shall ring for thee.-Is here all ? men fitter to go out than I.

Shal. Here is two more called than your number; you must have but four here, sir :—and so, I pray you, Fal. Will you tell me, master Shallow, how to go in with me to dinner.

choose a man? Care I for the limb, the thewes, the Fal. Come, I will go drink with you, but I cannot stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man? Give tarry dinner. I am glad to see you, by my troth, mas- me the spirit, master Shallow.—Here's Wart;-you ter Shallow.

see what a ragged appearance it is : he shall charge Shal. O, sir John! do you remember since we lay all you, and discharge you, with the motion of a pewterer's night in the windmill in Saint George's fields ? hammer; come off, and on, swifter than he that gib

Fal. No more of that, good master Swallow; no more bets-on the brewer's bucket. And this same half-faced of that.

fellow, Shadow,—give me this man : he presents no Shal. Ha, it was a merry night. And is Jane Night mark to the enemy; the foeman may with as great aim work alive?

level at the edge of a penknife. And, for a retreat,Fal. She lives, master Shallow.

how swiftly will this Feeble, the woman's tailor, run Shal. She never could away with me.

off? 0, give me the spare men, and spare me the great Fal. Never, never: she would always say, she could ones.- Put me a caliver into Wart's hand, Bardolph. not abide Master Shallow.

Bard. Hold, Wart; traverse : thus, thus, thus. Shal. By the mass, I could anger her to the heart. Fal. Come, manage me your caliver. So :-very She was then a bona-roba. Doth she hold her own well? well: go to:- very good :-exceeding good.-0, give Fal. Old, old, master Shallow.

me always a little, lean, old, chapped, bald shot.-Well Shal. Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but said, i'faith, Wart; thou’rt a good scab; hold, there's be old; certain she's old, and had Robin Night-work a tester for thee. by old Night-work, before I came to Clement's-inn. Shal. He is not his craft's master, he doth not do it Sil. That's fifty-five year ago.

right. I remember at Mile-end green, (when I lay at Shal. Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that Clement's inn) I was then sir Dagonet in Arthur's that this knight and I have seen !-Ha, sir John, said show, there was a little quiver fellow, and he would I well?

manage you his piece thus: and he would about, and Fal. We have heard the chimes at midnight, master about, and come you in, and come you in : “rah, tah, Shallow.

tah," would he say; "bounce,” would he say; and Shal. That we have, that we have, that we have; in away again would he go, and again would he come.faith, sir John, we have. Our watch-word was, “Hem, I shall never see such a fellow. boys !"- Come, let's to dinner; come, let's to dinner. Fal. These fellows will do well, master Shallow.-0, the days that we have seen !--Come, come. God keep you, master Silence : I will not use many

[Exeunt Falstaff, Shallow, and Silence. words with you.-Fare you well, gentlemen both: I Bull. Good master corporate Bardolph, stand my thank you : I must a dozen mile to-night.— Bardolph, friend, and here is four Harry ten shillings in French give the soldiers coats. crowns for you. In very truth, sir, I had as lief be Shal. Sir John, the Lord bless you, and God prosper hanged, sir, as go: and yet, for mine own part, sir, I your affairs, and send us peace. At your return, visit do not care; but rather, because I am unwilling, and, our house. Let our old acquaintance be renewed: for mine own part, have a desire to stay with my peradventure, I will with you to the court. friends : else, sir, I did not care, for mine own part, so Fal. 'Fore God, I would you would. much.

Shal. Go to; I have spoke at a word. Fare you Bard. Go to; stand aside.

well.

[Exeunt Swallow and Silence. Moul. And good master corporal captain, for my old Fal. Fare you well, gentle gentlemen. On, Bardame's sake, stand my friend: she has nobody to do dolph ; lead the men away. (Exeunt BardolPH, Reany thing about her, when I am gone; and she is old, cruits, &c.] As I return, I will fetch off these jusand cannot help herself. You shall have forty, sir. tices : I do see the bottom of justice Shallow. Lord, Bard. Go to; stand aside.

lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying ! Fee. By my troth, I care not; a man can die but This same starved justice hath done nothing but prate once;—we owe God a death. I'll ne'er bear a base to me of the wildness of his youth, and the feats he mind :-an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so. No hath done about Turnbull-street; and every third word man's too good to serve his prince; and let it go which a lie, duer paid to the hearer than the Turk’s tribute. way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next. I do remember bim at Clement’s-inn, like a man made Bard. Well said ; thou art a good fellow.

after supper of a cheese-paring: when he was naked, Fee. 'Faith, I'll bear no base mind.

he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a Re-enter Falstaff, and Justices.

bead fantastically carved upon it with a knife: he was Fal. Come, sir, which men shall I have?

so forlorn, that his dimensions to any thick sight were Shal. Four, of which you please.

invisible: he was the very genius of famine ; yet Bard. Sir, á word with you.--I have three pound to lecherous as a monkey, and the whores called himfree Mouldy and Bull-calf.

mandrake. He came ever in the rear-ward of the Fal. Go to; well.

fashion ; and sung those tunes to the over-scutched Shal. Come, sir John, which four will you

have? huswives that he heard the carmen whistle, and sware Fal. Do you choose for me.

—they were his fancies, or his good-nights. And Shal. Marry then,-Mouldy, Bull-calf, Feeble, and now is this Vice's dagger become a squire, and talks Shadow.

as familiarly of John of Gaunt, as if he had been sworn Fal. Mouldy, and Bull-calf. For you, Mouldy, stay brother to him; and I'll be sworn he never saw him at home till you are past service :-and, for your part, but once in the Tilt-yard, and then he burst his head, Bull-calf, grow till you come unto it: 'I will none of for crowding among the marshal's men. I saw it; and you.

told John of Gaunt, he beat his own name ; for you Shal. Sir John, sir John, do not yourself wrong. might have thrust him, and all his apparel, into an They are your likeliest men, and I would have you eel-skin : the case of a treble hautboy was a mansion served with the best.

for him, a court; and now has he land and beeves. Well, I will be acquainted with him, if I return; and old pike, I see no reason in the law of nature but I it shall go hard, but I will make him a philosopher's may snap at him. Let time shape, and there an end. two stones to me. If the young dace be à bait for the

[Exit.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.--A Forest in Yorkshire.

Your pens to lances, and your tongue divine

To a loud trumpet, and report of war? Enter the Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Hastings,

Arch. Wherefore do I this ?—so the question stands : and Others.

Briefly to this end. We are all diseas'd; Arch. What is this forest callid ?

And, with our surfeiting, and wanton hours, Hast. 'Tis Gaultree forest, an't shall please your Have brought ourselves into a burning fever, grace.

And we must bleed for it: of which disease Arch. Here stand, my lords; and send discoverers Our late king, Richard, being infected, died. forth,

But, my most noble lord of Westmoreland, To know the numbers of our enemies.

I take not on me here as a physician, Hast. We have sent forth already.

Nor do I, as an enemy to peace, Arch.

'Tis well done.- Troop in the throngs of military men; My friends and brethren in these great affairs, But, rather, show a while like fearful war, I must acquaint you, that I have receiv'd

To diet rank minds, sick of happiness, New-dated letters from Northumberland;

And purge th' obstructions, which begin to stop Their cold intent, tenour and substance, thus :- Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly. Here doth he wish his person, with such powers I have in equal balance justly weigh'd As might hold sortance with his quality,

What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer, The which he could not levy; whereupon

And find our griets heavier than our offences. He is retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes,

We see which way the stream of time doth run, To Scotland; and concludes in hearty prayers, And are enforc'd from our most quiet chair That your attempts may overlive the hazard,

By the rough torrent of occasion; And fearful meeting of their opposite.

And have the summary of all our griefs, Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch When time shall serve, to show in articles, ground,

Which, long ere this, we offer'd to the king,
And dash themselves to pieces.

And might by no suit gain an audience.
Enter a Messenger.

When we are wrong'd, and would unfold our griefs, Hast.

Now, what news? We are denied access unto his person, Mess. West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, Even by those men that most have done us wrong. In goodly form comes on the enemy :

The dangers of the days but newly gone, And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number Whose memory is written on the earth Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand.

With yet appearing blood, and the examples
Mowb. The just proportion that we gave them out. Of every minute's instance, present now,
Let's away on, and face them in the field.

Have put us in these ill-beseeming arms,
Enter WESTMORELAND.

Not to break peace, or any branch of it,
Arch. What well-appointed leader fronts us here? But to establish here a peace indeed,
Mowb. I think it is my lord of Westmoreland. Concurring both in name and quality.

West. Health and fair greeting froin our general, West. When ever yet was your appeal denied ? The prince, lord John and duke of Lancaster. Wherein have you been galled by the king ?

Arch. Say on, my lord of Westmoreland, in peace, What peer hath been suborn'd to grate on you,
What doth concern your coming ?

That you should seal this lawless bloody book
West.

Then, my lord, Of forg'd rebellion with a seal divine, Unto your grace do I in chief address

And consecrate commotion's bitter edge ? The substance of my speech. If that rebellion

Arch. My brother general, the commonwealth, Came like itself, in base and abject routs,

To brother born an household cruelty, Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags,

I make my quarrel in particular. And countenanc'd by boys, and beggary;

West. There is no need of any such redress; I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd,

Or, if there were, it not belongs to you. In his true, native, and most proper shape,

Mowb. Why not to him, in part, and to us all, You, reverend father, and these noble lords,

That feel the bruises of the days before, Had not been here, to dress the ugly form

And suffer the condition of these times
Of base and bloody insurrection

To lay a heavy and unequal hand
With your fair honours. You, lord archbishop, Upon our honours !
Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd;

West.

O! my good lord Mowbray, Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd; Construe the times to their necessities, Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor’d; And shall

say indeed, it is the time, Whose white investments figure innocence,

And not the king, that doth you injuries. The dove and very blessed spirit of peace,

Yet, for your part, it not appears to me, Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself,

Either from the king, or in the present time, Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace, That you should have an inch of any ground Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war?

To build a grief on. Were you not restor'd Turning your books to glaives, your ink to blood,

To all the duke of Norfolk's signiories,

you

Your noble and right-well-remember'd father's ? In sight of both our battles we may meet :

Mowb. What thing, in honour, had my father lost, And either end in peace, which God so frame,
That need to be reviv'd, and breath'd in me ?

Or to the place of difference call the swords
The king that lov'd him, as the state stood then, Which must decide it.
Was, force perforce, compellid to banish him:

Arch. My lord, we will do so. (Exit West. And when that Harry Bolingbroke, and he,

Mowb. There is a thing within my bosom tells me, Being mounted, and both roused in their seats, That no conditions of our peace can stand. Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,

Hast. Fear you not that: if we can make our peace Their armed staves in charge, their beavers down, Upon such large terms, and so absolute, Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of steel, As our conditions shall consist upon, And the loud trumpet blowing them together; Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. Then, then, when there was nothing could have stay'd Mowb. Ay, but our valuation shall be such, My father from the breast of Bolingbroke,

That every slight and false-derived cause, 0! when the king did throw his warder down, Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason, His own life hung upon the staff he threw :

Shall to the king taste of this action :
Then threw he down himself, and all their lives, That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,
That, by indictment, and by dint of sword,

We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind,
Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke.

That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff, West. You speak, lord Mowbray, now you know And good from bad find no partition. not what.

Arch. No, no, my lord. ' Note this,-the king is The earl of Hereford was reputed, then,

weary In England the most valiant gentleman :

Of dainty and such picking grievances :
Who knows, on whom fortune would then have smil'a ? For he hath found, io end one doubt by death
But if your father had been victor there,

Revives two greater in the heirs of life.
He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry ;

And therefore will he wipe his tables clean, For all the country, in a general voice,

And keep no tell-tale to his memory, Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers, and love, That may repeat and history his loss Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on,

To new remembrance. For full well he knows, And bless'd, and grac'd, indeed, more than the king. He cannot so precisely weed this land, But this is mere digression from my purpose.

As his misdoubts present occasion :
Here come I from our princely general,

His foes are so enrooted with his friends,
To know your griefs; to tell you from his grace, That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
That he will give you audience; and wherein

He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend.
It shall appear that your demands are just,

So that this land, like an offensive wife, You shall enjoy them; every thing set off,

That hath enrag'd her man to offer strokes, That might so much as think you enemies.

As he is striking, holds his infant up, Mowb. But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer, And hangs resolv'd correction in the arm And it proceeds from policy, not love.

That was uprear'd to execution. West. Mowbray, you overween, to take it so.

Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods This offer comes from mercy, not from fear;

On late offenders, that he now doth lack For, lo! within a ken our army lies,

The very instruments of chastisement; Upon mine bonour, all too confident

So that his power, like to a fangless lion, To give admittance to a thought of fear.

May offer, but not hold. Our battle is more full of names than yours,

Arch.

'Tis very true : Our men more perfect in the use of arms,

And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal, Our armour all as strong, our cause the best :

If we do now make our atonement well, Then, reason will our hearts should be as good; Our peace will, like a broken limb united, Say you not, then, our offer is compellid.

Grow stronger for the breaking. Mowb. Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley. Mowb.

Be it so. West. That argues but the shame of your offence : Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland. A rotten case abides no handling.

Re-enter WESTMORELAND. Hast. Hath the prince John a full commission, West. The prince is here at hand. Pleaseth your In very ample virtue of his father,

lordship, To hear, and absolutely to determine

To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies ? Of what conditions we shall stand upon ?

Mowb. Your grace of York, in God's name then, set West. That is intended in the general's name.

forward. I muse you make so slight a question.

Arch. Before, and greet his grace, my lord : we Arch. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this

[Exeunt. schedule,

SCENE II.-Another Part of the Forest. For this contains our general grievances : Each several article herein redressid ;

Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, the Archbishop, HastAll members of our cause, both here and hence,

ings, and Others : from the other side, Prince Join That are insinew'd to this action,

of Lancaster, WestMORELAND, Officers and Attend

ants. Acquitted by a true substantial form; And present execution of our wills

P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin To us, and to our purposes, confin'd,

Mowbray.We come within our awful banks again,

Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop; And knit our powers to the arm of peace.

And so to you, lord Hastings,-and to all.West. This will I show the general. Please you, My lord of York, it better show'd with you, lords,

When that your flock, assembled by the bell,

come.

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