Shal. Sir John, the Lord bleffe you, God profper your affaires, God fend vs peace at your returne, visit our house, let our old acquaintance be renewed, peraduenture I will with ye to the court. Fal. Fore God would you would. Shal. Go to, I haue fpoke at a word, God keep you. Exit. Shal. On Bardolfe, leade the men away, as I returne I will fetch off these iuftices, I do fee the bottome of iuftice Shallow, Lord, Lord, how fubiect we old men are to this vice of lying, this fame ftaru'd iuftice hath done nothing but prate to me, of the wildneffe of his youth, and the feates he hath done about Turne-bull street, and euery third word a lie, dewer paid to the hearer then the Turkes tribute, I doe remember him at Clements inne, like a man made after fupper of a cheese paring, when a was naked, he was for all the worlde like a forkt reddish, with a head fantastically carued vpon it with a knife, a was fo forlorne, that his demenfions to any thicke fight were inuincible, a was the very gemies of famine, yet lecherous as a monkie, and the whores cald him mandrake, a came ouer in the rereward of the fashion, and fung those tunes to the ouer-fchutcht hufwiues, that he heard the car-men whistle, and fware they were his fancies or his good-nights, and nowe is this vices dagger become a fquire, and talkes as familiarly of Iohn a Gaunt, as if he had bin fworne brother to him, and Ile be sworne a nere faw him but once in the tyltyard, and then he burft his head for crowding among marshalles men, I faw it, and told Iohn a Gaunt he beate his owne name, for you might haue thrust him and all his aparell into an eele-skin, the cafe of a treble hoboy was a mansion for him a court, and now has he land and beefes. Well, Ile be acquainted with him if I returne, and t'fhal go hard, but Ile make him a philofophers two ftones to me, if the yong dafe be the a baite a baite for the old pike, I fee no reafon in the law of nature but I may fnap at him: let time shape, and there an end. Enter the archbishop, Mowbray, Bardolfe, Haftings, within the forrest of Gaultree. Bifb. What is this forreft calld? Haft. Tis Gaultree forreft, and't fhal please your grace. Bifh. Here ftand, my lords, and fend discouerers forth, Haft. We haue fent forth already. My friends and brethren (in thefe great affaires) Mowb. Thus do the hopes we haue in him touch ground, And dafh themfelues to peeces. Enter messenger. Haftings. Now, what newes? Meffenger. Weft of this forrest, scarcely off a mile, In goodly forme comes on the enemy, And by the ground they hide, I iudge their number Vpon, or neere the rate of thirty thousand. Mowbray. The iuft proportion that we gaue them out, Let vs fway on, and face them in the field. Bishop. What wel appointed leader fronts vs heere? M m 2 Enter Enter Weftmerland. Mowbray. I thinke it is my lord of Weftmerland. Weft. Health and faire greeting from our generall, The prince lord Iohn and duke of Lancaster. Bishop. Say on my lord of Westmerland in peace, Weft. Vnto your grace doe I in chiefe addresse With your faire honours. You (lord archbishop) Whose beard the filuer hand of peace hath toucht, Bifb. Wherefore do I this? fo the question stands: The dangers of the daie's but newly gone, Hath Hath put vs in these ill-befeeming armes, Weft. When euer yet was your appeale denied Bishop. My brother generall, the common wealth Weft. There is no neede of any fuch redreffe, Mowbray. Why not to him in part, and to vs all And fuffer the condition of thefe times, Weft. But this is meere digreffion from my purpose. To know your griefes, to tell you from his grace, Weft. Mowbray, you ouerweene to take it fo Our battell is more full of names than yours, Our armour all as ftrong, our cause the best: Mow Well, by my will, we shall admit no parlee. Haftings. Hath the prince Iohn a full commiffion, To heare, and abfolutely to determine Of what conditions we fhall ftand vpon ? Weft. That is intended in the generalles name, I muse you make so flight a question. Bishop. Then take, my lord of Westmerland, this fcedule, For this containes our generall grieuances, Each feuerall article herein redrest. All members of our caufe both here and hence, That are enfinewed to this action, Weft. This will I fhew the generall, please you lords, Bishop. My lord, we will doe fo. Exit Weftmerland. Mow. There is a thing within my bofome tells me That no conditions of our peace can stand. Haflings. Feare you not, that if we can make our peace, Vpon fuch large termes, and fo absolute, As |