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SCENE II. Another Part of the Forest

Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, the Archbishop, HASTINGS, and others: from the other side, PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, WESTMORELAND, Officers, and Attendants.

P. John. You are well encountered here, my cousin Mowbray.

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Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop;
And so to you, lord Hastings, and to all.-
My lord of York, it better showed 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,1
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 favor,
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, the imagined 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 Heaven,
As a false favorite doth his prince's name,
In deeds dishonorable? You have taken up,3

1 Holinshed says of the archbishop, that, "coming forth amongst them clad in armour, he encouraged and pricked them foorth to take the enterprize in hand."

2 Dull workings are labors of thought.

3 Raised up in arms.

VOL. IV.

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Under the counterfeited zeal of God,

The subjects of Heaven's substitute, my father;
And, both against the peace of Heaven and him,
Have here up-swarmed them.

Arch.

Good my lord of Lancaster,

I am not here against your father's peace;

But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
The time misordered 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 shoved from the court,
Whereon this Hydra son of war is born;

Whose dangerous eyes may well be charmed asleep,
With grant of our most just and right desires;
And true obedience of this madness cured,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes.
To the last man.

Hast.
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.

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P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow,

To sound the bottom of the after-times.

West. Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly, How far-forth do you like their articles?

P. John. I like them all, and do allow them well;
And swear here by the honor 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 redressed;
Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,

1 Common sense is the general sense of general danger.

2 Succession.

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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.

Arch. I take your princely word for these redresses P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my word, And thereupon I drink unto your grace.

Hast. Go, captain, [To an Officer.] and deliver to

the army

This news of peace; let them have pay, and part;
I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain.
[Exit Officer.
Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmoreland.
West. I pledge your grace; and, if you knew what

pains

I have bestowed to breed this present peace,
You would drink freely; but my love to you
Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

Arch. I do not doubt you.

West.

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

Mowb. You wish me health in very happy season;

For I am, on the sudden, something ill.

Arch. Against ill chances, men are ever merry;

But heaviness foreruns the good event.

West. Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow Serves to say thus,-Some good thing comes to-morrow. Arch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit. Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be true. [Shouts within.

P. John. The word of peace is rendered. Hark, how they shout!

Mowb. This had been cheerful, after victory.
Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest;

1 It was Westmoreland who made this deceitful proposal, as appears from Holinshed:-"The earl of Westmoreland, using more policie than the rest, said, whereas our people have been long in armour, let them depart home to their woonted trades: In the mean time let us drink togither in signe of agreement, that the people on both sides may see it, and know that it is true, that we be light at a point."

For then both parties nobly are subdued,

And neither party loser.

P. John.

Go, my lord,

And let our army be discharged too.

[Exit WESTMOReland. And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains March by us; that we may peruse the men

We should have coped withal.

Arch.
And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by.

Go, good lord Hastings,

[Exit HASTINGS.

P. John. I trust, my lords, we shall lie to-night together.

Re-enter WESTMORELAND.

Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
West. The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.

P. John. They know their duties.

Re-enter HASTINGS.

Hast. My lord, our army is dispersed already
Like youthful steers unyoked, they take their courses
East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up,
Each hurries toward his home, and sporting-place.

West. 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.

Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honorable?
West. Is your assembly so?

Arch. Will you thus break your faith?

P. John.
I pawned thee none.
I promised you redress of these same grievances,
Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honor,
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.

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Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.-
Strike up our drums, pursue the scattered stray;
Heaven, and not we, have safely fought to-day.-
Some guard these traitors to the block of death;
Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath. [Exeunt.?

SCENE III. Another Part of the Forest. Alarums ; Excursions.

Enter FALSTAFF and COLEVILE, meeting.

Fal. What's your name, sir? of what condition are and of what place, I pray? you;

Cole. I am a knight, sir; and my name is-Colevile of the dale.

Fal. Well then, Colevile is your name; a knight is your degree; and your place, the dale. Colevile shall still be your name; a traitor your degree; and the dungeon your place,-a place deep enough: so shall you still be Colevile of the dale.

Cole. Are not you sir John Falstaff?

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Fal. As good a man as he, sir, whoe'er I am. ye yield, sir? or shall I sweat for you? If I do sweat, they are drops of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death therefore rouse up fear and trembling, and do observance to my mercy.

Cole. I think you are sir John Falstaff; and in that thought, yield me.

Fal. I have a whole school of tongues in this belly of mine; and not a tongue of them all speaks any other word but my name. An I had but a belly of any indifferency, I were simply the most active fellow in Europe. My womb, my womb, my womb undoes me. Here comes our general.

1 i. e. foolishly.

2 "It cannot but raise some indignation to find this horrid violation of faith passed over thus slightly by the Poet without any note of censure or detestation."-Johnson.

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