SCENE I. ACT IV. Changes to a forest in Yorkshire. Enter the Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Haftings, and York. Colevile. Hat is this forest call'd? WH Haft. 'Tis Gaultree foreft. York. Here stand, my Lords, and fend difcoverers To know the numbers of our enemies. Haft. We have fent forth already. York. 'Tis well done. [forth, My friends and brethren in these great affairs, Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch And dafh themselves to pieces. Enter a Mejenger. Haft. Now, what news? [ground, Me. Weft of this foreft, fcarcely off a mile, In goodly form comes on the enemy: And by the ground they hide, I judge their number Upon, or near, the rate of thirty thousand. Mowb. The juft 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? Mob. 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. What D d What doth concern your coming? Weft. Then, my Lord, Unto your Grace do I in chief addrefs The substance of my speech. If that rebellion With your fair honours. You, my Lord Archbishop, Whofe beard the filver hand of peace hath touch'd, York. Wherefore do I this? fo the question ftands. What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we fuffer; And find our griefs heavier than our offences. * i. e. preaching in the meckness of the gospel. We We fee which way the ftream of time doth run, And have the fummary of all our griefs, Ev'n by those men that most have done us wrong. Weft. When ever yet was your appeal deny'd? I make my quarrel in particular. Weft. There is no need of any fuch redress; Or if there were, it not belongs to you. Motob. Why not to him in part, and to us all, That feel the bruifes of the days before; And fuffer the condition of thefe times Weft. O my good Lord Mowbray, To all the Duke of Norfolk's feigniories, Your noble and right-well-remember'd father? Mob. What thing, in honour, had my father loft, That need to be reviv'd and breath'd in me? The King, that lov'd him, as the state stood then, Was, force perforce, compell'd to banifh him. And then, when Harry Bolingbroke and he Being mounted, and both roufed in their feats, Their neighing courfers daring of the fpur, Their armed flaves in charge, their beavers down, Their eyes of fire sparkling through fights of steel, And the loud trumpet blowing them together; Then, then, when there was nothing could have staid My father from the breaft of Bolingbroke; O, when the King did throw his warder down, His own life hung upon the staff he threw ; Then threw he down himself, and all their lives, That by indictment, or by dint of fword, Have fince mifcarried under Bolingbroke. Weft. You speak, Lord Mowbray, now, you know The Earl of Hereford was reputed then In England the most valiant gentleman. [not what. Who knows on whom Fortune would then have fmil'd? For all the country in a general voice Cry'd hate upon him; all their prayers and love And blefs'd, and grace'd, indeed, more than the King. Here come I from our princely General, To know your griefs; to tell you from his Grace, Mob. 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 fo: T To give admittance to a thought of fear. Mob. Well; by my will, we fhall admit no parley. Weft. That argues but the fhame of your offence: rotten cafe abides no handling. Haft. Hath the Prince John a full commiffion, In very ample virtue of his father, To hear and abfolutely to determine k. Of what conditions we fhall stand upon? Weft. That is intended in the General's name : I mufe you make fo flight a question. York. Then take, my Lord of Westmorland, this For this contains our general grievances: fchedule, All members of our caufe, both here and hence, York. My Lord, we will do fo. SCENE Please you, [Exit Weft. III. 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 so absolute, As our conditions fhall infift upon, Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains. Shall |