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Changes to a forest in Yorkshire.
Hast. 'Tis Gaultree forest.
Haft. We have sent forth already.
Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch And dash themselves to pieces.
[ground, Enter a Messenger. Hajt. Now, what news?
Mes West of this forest, scarcely off a mile, In goodly form conies on the enemy : And by the ground they hide, I judge their number Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand.
Mowb. The just proportion that we gave them out. Let us way on, and face them in the field.
SCENE II. Enter Westmorland. York. What well-appointed leader fronts us here? Mowb. I think it is my Lord of Westmorland.
Weft. Health and fair greeting from our general, The Prince, Lord John, and Duke of Lancaster. York. Say on, my Lord of Westmorland, in peace: VOL. IV. Dd
What doth concern your coming ?
· Weft. Then, my Lord, Unto your
Grace do I in chief address The substance of my speech. If that rebellion Came like itself, in base and abject routs, Led on by heady youth, goaded with rage, And countenance'd by boys and beggary; I say, if damn'd commotion fo appear'd In his true, native, and most proper fhape, You, reverend father, and these Noble Lords, Had not been here to dress the ugly form Of base and bloody insurrection With your fair honours. You, my Lord Archbishop, Whose see is by a civil peace maintain'd, Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch’d, Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutorid; Whose white investments figure innocence, . The dove and very blessed Spirit of peace ; Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself, Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace, Into the harsh and boilt'rous tongue of war Turning your books to glaves, your ink to blood, Your pens to faunces, and your tongue divine * To a loud trumpet and a point of war?
York. Wherefore do I this ? fo the question stands. Briefly, to this end: we are all diseas'd, And with our surfeiting and wanton hours, Have brought ourselves into a burning fever, And we must bleed for it: of which disease Our late King Richard being infected, dy'd. But, my molt Noble Lord of Westmorland, I take not on me here as a physician : Nor do I, as an enemy to peace, Troop in the throngs of military men: But rather shew a while like fearful war, To dict rank minds, fick of happiness; And purge th' obitructions which begin to stop Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly, I have in equal balance juftly weigh'd What wrongs ourarms may do, what wrongs we suffer; sind find our griefs heavier than our offences.
* i. e, preaching in the mecknifs of the gospel,
We fee which way the stream of time doth run,
Weft. When ever yet was your appeal deny'd ?
York. My brother general, the commonwealth,
West. There is no need of any such redress;
Mowb. Why not to him in part, and to us all,
Weft. O my good Lord Mowbray,
should have an inch of any ground To build a grief on. Were you not restor’d Dd 2
To all the Duke of Norfolk's seigniories,
Mowb. What thing, in honour, had my father lost,
life hung upon the staff he threw;
West. You speak, Lord Mowbray, now, you know
your father had been victor there, He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry; For all the country in a general voice Cry'd hate upon him; all their prayers and love Were set on Hereford, whom they doated on, And bless’d, and grace’d, indeed, more than the King. But this is mere digression from my purpose. Here come I from our princely General, To know your griefs; to tell you from his Grace, That he will give you audience; and wherein It shall appear that your demands are jutt, You shall enjoy them; every thing set off, That might so much as think you enemies.
Mowb. But he hath force'd us to compel this offer, And it proceeds from policy, not love.
Weft. Mowbray, you over-ween to take it so :
To give admittance to a thought of fear.
Mowb. Well; by my will, we shall admit no parley,
offence : rotten case abides no handling.
Haft. Hath the Prince John a full commission,
Weft. That is intended in the General's name :
York. Then take, my Lord of Westmorland, this
West. This will I show the General.
Haft. Fear you not that: if we can make our peace
peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains..