To all the Duke of Norfolk's Seigniories, Your noble and right-well-remember'd father's? The Earl of Hereford was reputed then In England the most valiant gentleman. know Who knows, on whom fortune would then have fmil'd? Cry'd hate upon him; all their prayers and love And blefs'd, and grac'd, (a) indeed, more than the But this is mere digreffion from my purpose.- To know your griefs; to tell you from his Grace, [(a) indeed. Dr. Thirlby.-Vulg. and did. ] It fhall appear that your demands are just, Mowb. But he hath forc'd us to compel this offer, And it proceeds from policy, not love. Weft. Mowbray, you over-ween to take it so: Mowb. Well; by my will, we shall admit no parley. Weft. That argues but the fhame of your offence: A rotten case abides no handling. Haft. Hath the Prince John a full commiffion, In very ample virtue of his father, To hear and abfolutely to determine Of what conditions we fhall ftand upon? Weft. That is intended in the General's name : I mufe, you make fo flight a queftion. York. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this schedule, For this contains our general grievances: Each several article herein redress'd, All members of our caufe, both here and hence, I Acquitted by a true fubftantial form; And prefent executions of our wills I by a true fubftantial form ;] This feems to be intended only as a quibbling joke upon a school term; as much as to fay, fubftantial forms can do every thing in the schools ; but out of them, the true fubflantial form is a pardon under the broad feal. To To us, and to our properties, confin'd; 3 We come within our lawful banks again, And knit our powers to the arm of peace. Weft. This will I fhew the General. Please you, lords, In fight of both our battles, we may meet; (a) And either end in peace, (which heav'n fo frame!) Or to the place of difference call the fwords, Which muft decide it. York. My lord, we will do fo. SCENE III. [Exit Weft. Mowb. There is a thing within my bofom tells me, That no conditions of our peace can stand. Haft. Fear you not that: if we can make our peace Upon fuch large terms and fo abfolute, As our conditions fhall infift upon, Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. 2 To us, and to our PURPOSES, confin'd;] This schedule we fee confifts of three parts, 1. A redress of general grievances. 2. A pardon for thofe in arms. 3. Some demands of advantage for them. But this third part is very strangely expreffed. And prefent execution of our wills To us and to our PURPOSES confin'd. The first line fhews they had fomething to demand, and the second expreffes the modefty of that demand. The demand, fays the fpeaker, is confined to us and to our purposes. A very modest kind of restriction truly! only as extenfive as their appetites and pasfions. Without question Shakespear wrote, To us and to our PROPERTIES confin'd; 2. e. we defire no more than fecurity for our liberties and properties and this was no unreasonable demand. 3 We come within our AWFUL banks again,] We should read LAWFUL. [(a) and. Dr. Thirlby.-Vulg. at. ] That, That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love, York. No, no, my lord, note this; the King is weary Of dainty and fuch picking grievances: For he hath found, to end one doubt by death, 4 And therefore will he wipe his tables clean, To new remembrance. For full well he knows, Haft. Befides, the King hath wafted all his rods The very instruments of chastisement: So that his pow'r, like to a fangless Lion, May offer, but not hold. York. 'Tis very true: And therefore be affur'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. Mowb. Be it fo. Here is return'd my lord of Westmorland. 4-wipe his tablet clean,] Alluding to a table-book of flate, ivory, &c. VOL. IV. T Enter Enter Weftmorland. Weft. The Prince is here at hand: pleaseth your lordship To meet his Grace, juft diftance 'tween our armies? Mowb. Your Grace of York in God's name then fet forward. York. Before, and greet his Grace; my lord, we come. S CE NE Enter Prince John of Lancaster. IV. Lan. You're well encounter'd here, my coufin Good day to you, my gentle lord Arch-bishop, To us, th' imagin'd voice of heav'n it felf; As |