not that if we can make our peace Vpon such large termes and so absolute As our conditions shall consist vpon Our peace shall stand as firme as rockie mountaines Moub Yea but our valuation shal be such That euery slight and false deriued cause Yea euery idle nice and wanton reason Shall to the King taste of this action That were our royal faiths martires in loue We shall be winow'd with so rough a wind That euen our corne shal seeme as light as chaffe And good from bad find no partition Bâ—sh No no my lord note this the King is weary Of daintie and such picking greeuances For he hath found to end one doubt by death Reuiues two greater in the heires of life And therefore will he wipe his tables cleane And keepe no telâ— tale to his memorie That may repeate and history his losse To new remembrance for full wel he knowes He cannot so precisely weed this land As his misdoubts present occasion His foes are so enrooted with his friends That plucking to vnfix an enemy He doth vnfasten so and shake a friend So that this land like an offensiue wife That hath enragde him on to offer strokes As he is striking holdes his infant vp And hangs resolu'd correction in the arme That was vpreard to execution Hast. Besides the King hath wasted al his rods On late offendors that he now doth lacke The very instruments of chasticement So that his power like to a phanglesse lion May offer but not hold Bishop T is very true And therefore be assurde my good Lord Marshall If we do now make our attonement well Our peace wil like a broken limbe vnited Grow stronger for the breaking Mow. Be it so here is returnd my lord of Westmerland Enter Westmerland West The prince is here at hand pleaseth your Lordship To meet his grace iust distance tweene our armies Enter Prince Iohn and his armie Mow. Your grace of York in Gods name then set forward Bishop Before and greete his grace my lord we come Iohn You are well incountred here my cousen Mowbray Good day to you gentle Lord Archbishop And so to you Lord Hastings and to all My Lord of Yorke it better shewed with you When that your flocke assembled by the bell Encircled you to heare with reuerence Your exposition on the holy text That now to see you here an yron man talking Cheering a rowt of rebells with your drumme Turning the word to sword and life to death That man that sits within a monarches heart And ripens in the sun-shine of his fauor Would he abuse the countenance of the King Alacke what mischeefes might he set abroach In shadow of such greatnesse with you Lord bishop It is euen so who hath not heard it spoken How deepe you were within the bookes of God To vs the speaker in his parliament To vs th'imagine voice of God himselfe The very opener and intelligenâ—er Betweene the grace the sanctities of heauen And our dull workings O who shal beleeue But you misuse the reuerence of your place Imply the countenance and grace of heau'n As a false fauorite doth his princes name In deedes dishonorable you haue tane vp Vnder the counterfeited zeale of God The subiects of his substitute my father And both against the peace of heauen and him Haue here vpswarmd them Bishop Good my Lord of Lancaster I am not here against your fathers peace But as I told my lord of Westmerland The time misordred doth in common sense Crowd vs and crush vs to this monstrous forme To hold our safety vp I sent your grace The parcells and particulars of our griefe The which hath beene with scorne shoued from the court Whereon this Hidra sonne of warre is borne Whose dangerous eies may well be charmd asleepe With graunt of our most iust and right desires And true obedience of this madnes cured Stoope tamely to the foote of maiestie Mow If not we ready are to trie our fortunes To the last man Hast. And though we here fal downe We haue supplies to second our attempt If they miscarry theirs shal second them And so successe of mischiefe shall be borne And heire from heire shall hold his quarrell vp Whiles England shall haue generation Prince You are too shallow Hastings much too shallow To â—ound the bottome of the after times West Pleaseth your grace to answere them directly How far foâ—th you do like their articles Prince I like them all and do allow them well And sweare here by the honour of my bloud My fathers purposes haue beene mistooke And some about him haue too lauishly Wrested his meaning and authority My Lord these griefes shall be with sâ—â—â—ed redrest Vppon my soule they shal if this may please you Discharge your powers vnto their seuerall counties As we will ours and here betweene the armies Le ts drinke together friendly and embrace That all their eies may beaâ—e those tokens home Of our restored loue and amitie Bishop I take your princely word for these redresses I giue it you and will maintaine my word And therevpon I drinke vnto your grace Prince Go Captaine and deliuer to the armie This newes of peace let them haue pay and part I know it will well please them hie thee captaine Bishop To you my noble lord of Westmerland West I pledge your grace and if you knew what paines I haue bestowed to breed this present peace You would drinke freely but my loue to ye Shall shew it selfe more openly hereafter Bishop I do not doubt you â—â—st I am glad of it Health to my Lord and gentle cosin Mowbray Mow. You wish me health in very happy season For I am on the sodaine something ill Bishop Against ill chaunces men are euer mery But heauinesse fore-runnes the good euent West Therefore be mery coze since sodaine sorrow Serues to say thus some good thing comes to morow Bishop Beleeue me I am passing light in spirit Mow. So much the worse if your owne rule be true shout Prin. The word of peace is rendred heark how they showt Mow. This had bin cheerefull after victory Bishop A peace is of the nature of a conquest For then both parties nobly are subdued And neither party looser Prince Go my lord And let our army be discharged too And good my lord so please you let our traines March by vs that we may peruse the men VVe should haue coap't withall Bishop Go good Lord Hastings And ere they be dismist let them march by enter Westmerland Prince I trust Lords we shal lie to night togither Now coosin wherefore stands our army stil West The Leaders hauing charge from you to stand Wil not goe off vntil they heare you speake Prince They know their dueties enter Hastings Hastings My lord our army is disperst already Like youthfull steeres vnyoakt they take their courses East weast north south or like a schoole broke vp Each hurries toward his home and sporting place West Good tidings my lord Hastings
paring when a was naked he was for all the worlde like a forkt reddiâ—h with a head fantastically carued vpon it with a knife a was so forlorne that his demensions to any thicke sight were inuincible a was the very genius of famine yet lecherous as a monkie the whores cald him mandrake a came ouer in the rereward of the fashion and sung those tunes to the ouerschutcht huswiues that he heard the Car-men whistle and sware they were his fancies or his good-nights and nowe is this vices dagger become a squire and talkes as familiarly of Iohn a Gaunt as if he had bin sworne brother to him and I le be sworn a nere saw him but once in the tylt-yard and then he burst his head for crowding among the Marshalles men I saw 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 case of a treble hoboy was a mansion for him a Court and now has he land and beefes Well I le be acquainted with him if I returne and t' shal go hard but I le make him a philosophers two stones to me if the yong Dase be a baite for the old Pikâ— I see no reason in the law of nature but I may snap at him till Time shape and there an end Enter the Archbishop Mowbray Bardolfe Hastings within the forrest of Gaultree Bish. What is this forrest calld Hast. T is Gaultree forrest and 't shal please your grace Bishop Here stand my lords and send discouerers forth To know the numbers of our enemies Hastings We haue sent forth already Bishop T is well done My friends and brethren in these great affâ—ires I must acquaint you that I haue receiu'd New dated letters from Northumberland Their cold intent tenure and substance thus Here doth he wish his person with such powers As might hold sortance with his quallitie The which he could not leuy whereupon He is retirde to ripe his growing fortunes To Scotland and concludes in hearty prayers That your attempts may ouer-liue the hazard And fearefull meeting of their opposite Mowb. Thus do the hopes we haue in him touch ground And dash themselues to peeces Enter messenger Hastings Now what newes Messenger West of this forrest scarcâ—ly 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 iust proportion that we gaue them out Let vs sway on and face them in the field Bishop What wel appointed Leader fronts vs heere Enter Westmerland Mowbray I thinke it is my lord of Westmerland West Health and faire greeting from our Generall The prince lord Iohn and duke of Lancaster Bishop Say on my lord of VVestmerland in peace VVhat doth concerne your comming We. Then my L. vnto your Grace do I in chiefe addresse The substance of my speech if that rebellion Came like it selfe in base and a abiect rowtes Led on by bloody youth guarded with rage And countenaunst by boyes and beggary I say if damnd commotion so appeare In his true natiue and most proper shape You reuerend father and these noble Lordes Had not beene heere to dresse the owgly forme Of base and bloody Insurrection With your faire Honours You lord Archbishop Whose Sea is by a ciuile peace maintainde Whose beard the siluer hand of Peace hath toucht Whose learning and good letters Peace hath tutord Whose white inuestments figure innocence The Doue and very blessed spirite of peace Wherefore do you so ill translate your selfe Out of the speech of peace that beares such grace Into the harsh and boystrous tongue of warre Turning your bookes to graues your incke to bloud Your pennes to launces and your tongue diuine To a lowd trumpet and a point of warre Bish. Wherefore do I this so the question stands Briefly to this end we are all diseasde The dangers of the daie's but newly gone VVhose memorie is written on the earth VVith yet appearing blood and the examples Of euery minutes instance present now Hath put vs in these ill-beseeming armes Not to breake peace or any braunch of it But to establish heere a peace indeede Concurring both in name and quallitie West VVhen euer yet was your appeale denied VVherein haue you beene galled by the King What peere hath beene subornde to grate on you That you should seale this lawlesâ—e bloody booke Offorgde rebellion with a seale diuine And consecrate commotions bitter edge Bishop My brother Generall the common wealth To brother borne an houshold cruelty I make my quarrell in particular West There is no neede of any such redresse Or if there were it not belongs to you Mowbray why not to him in part and to vs all That feele the bruises of the daies before And suffer the condition of these times To lay a heauy and vnequall hand Vpon our honors West But this is meere digression from my purpose Here come I from our princely generall To know your griefes to tell you from his Grace That he will giue you audience and wherein It shall appeere that your demaunds are iust You shall enioy them euery thing set off That might so much as thinke you enemies Mowbray But he hath forâ—de vs to compel this offer And it proceedes from policie not loue West Mowbray you ouerweene to take it so This offer comes from mercy not from feare For loe within a ken our army lies Vpon mine honour all too confident To giue admittance to a thought of feare Our battell is more full of names than yours Our men more perfect in the vse of armes Our armour all as strong our cause the best Then Reason will our hearts should be as good Say you not then our offer is compelld Mow. Well by my will we shall admit no parlee West That argues but the shame of your offence A rotten case abides no handling Hastings Hath the prince Iohn a full commission In very ample vertue of his father To heare and absolutely to determine Of what conditions we shall stand vpon West That is intended in the Generalles name I muse you make so slight a question Bishop Then take my lord of Westmerland this scedule For this containes our generall grieuances Each seuerall article herein redrest All members of our cause both here and hence That are ensinewed to this action Acquitted by a true substantiall forme And present execution of our willes To vs and our purposes confinde We come within our awefull bancks againe And knit our powers to the arme of peace Wâ—st This will I shew the Generall please you Lords In sight of both our battells we may meete At either end in peace which God so frame Or to the place of diffrence call the swords Which must decide it Exit Westmerland Bishop My lord we will doe so Mou There is a thing within my bosome tells me That no conditions of our peace can stand Hastings Feare you
which saies the dead is not aliue Yet the first bringer of vnwelcome newes Hath but a loosing office and his tongue Sounds euer after as a â—ullen bell Remembred tolling a departing friend Bard. I cannot thinke my Lord your sonne is dead Mour. I am sory I should force you to beleeue That which I would to God I had not seene But these mine eies saw him in bloudy state Rendring faint quittance wearied and out-breathd To Harry Monmouth whose swift wrath beat downe The neuer daunted Percy to the earth From whence with life he neuer more sprung vp In few his death whose spirite lent a fire Euen to the dullest peasant in his campe Being bruted once tooke fire and heate away From the best temperd courage in his troopes For from his mettâ—l was his party steeled Which once in him abated oâ— the rest Turnd on themselues like dull and heauy lead And as the thing that 's heauy in it selfe Vpon enforcement flies with greatest speed So did our men heauy in Hot-spurs losse Lend to this weight such lightnosse with their feare That arrowes fled not swifter toward their ayme Than did our souldiers aiming at their safetie Fly from the field then was that noble Worcester So soone tane prisoner and that furious Scot The bloudy Douglas whose well labouring sword Had three times slaine th' appearance of the King â—an vaile his stomacke and did grace the shame Of those that turnd their backes and in his flight Stumbling in feare was tooke the summe of all Is that the King hath wonne and hath sent out A speedy power to incounter you my lord Vnder the conduct of yong Lancaster And Westmerland this is the news at ful Earle For this I shal haue time enough to mourne In poison there is phisicke and these newes Hauing beene wel that would haue made me sicke Being sicke haue in some measure made me wel And as the wretch whose feuer-weakned ioynts Like strengthlesse hinges buckle â—â—der life Impacient of his fit breakes likâ—â— fire Out of his keepers armes euen so my limbes Weakened with griefe being â—ow enragde with griefe Are thrice themselues hence therfore thou nice crutch A scaly gauntlet now with ioynts of steele Must gloue this hand and hence thou sickly coâ—â—e Thou art a guard too wanton for the head Which princes fleshâ— with conquest ayme to hit Now bind my browes 〈◊〉 yron and approach The raggedst houre 〈…〉 and Spight dare bring To frowne vpon th' 〈◊〉 Northumberland Let heauen kisse earth now let not Natures hand Keepe the wild floud conâ—ind let Order die And let this world no longer be a stage To feed contention in a lingring act But let one spirite of the first borne Cain Raigne in all bosomes that ech heart being set On bloudy courses the rude sceane may end And darknesse be the burier of the dead Vmfr. This strained passion doth you wrong my lord Bard. Sweet earle diuorce not wisedom from your honor Mour. The liues of all your louing complices Leaue on you health the which if you giue ore To stormy passion must perforce decay Bard. We all that are ingaged to this losse Knew that we ventured on such dangerous seas That if we wrought out life t was ten to one And yet we venturd for the gaine proposde Choakt the respect of likely perill fear'd And since we are oreset venture againe Come we will al put forth body and goods Mour. T is more then time and my most noble lord I heare for certaine and dare speake the truth North. I knew of this before but to speake truth This present griefe had wipte it from my mind Go in with me and counsell euery man The aptest way for safety and reuenge Get postes and letters and make friends with speed Neuer so few and neuer yet more need exeunt Enter sir Iohn alone with his page bearing his sword and buckler Iohn Sirra you giant what saies the doctor to my water Page He said sir the water it self was a good healthy water but for the party that owed it he might haue moe diseases then he knew for Iohn Men of al sorts take a pride to gird at me the braine of this foolish compouÌ„ded clay-man is not able to inuent any thing that intends to laughter more then I inuent or is inueÌ„ted on me I am not only witty in my selfe but the cause that wit is in other men I do here walk before thee like a sow that hath ouerwhelmd al her litter but one if the prince put thee into my seruice for any other reason then to sett me off why then I haue no iudgement thou horeson mandrake thou art sitter to be worne in my cap then to wait at my heels I was neuer manned with an agot till now but I wil in-set you neither in golde nor siluer but in vile apparell and send you backe againe to your master for a iewell the â—â—uenall the prince your master whose chin is not yet fledge I will sooner haue a beard grow in the palme of my hand then he shal get one off his cheek yet he will not sticke to say his face is a face royal God may finish it when he will t is not a haire amisse yet he may keepe it still at a face royall for a barber shall neuer earne sixpence out of it and yet hee le be crowing as if he had writte man euer since his father was a batcheler he may keepe his owne grace but hee s almost out of mine I can assure him what said master Dommelton about the sattin for my short cloake and my sloppes Boy He saide sir you should procure him better assurance then Bardolfe he would not take his band and yours he liked not the securitie sir Iohn Let him be damn'd like the glutton pray God his tongue be hotter a horeson A chitophella rascall yea forsooth knaue to beare a gentle man in hand and then stand vpon security the horson smoothy-pates doe now weare nothing but hie shooes and bunches of keyes at their girdles and if a man is through with them in honest taking vp then they must stand vppon security I had as liue they would put ratsbane in my mouth as offer to stop it with security I lookt a should haue sent me two and twenty yards of sattin as I am a true knight and he sends me security well he may sleepe in security for he hath the horne of abundance and the lightnesse of his wife shines through it where 's Bardolf yet can not he see though he haue his owne lanthorne to light him Boy Hee s gone in Smithfield to buy your worship a horse sir Iohn I bought him in Paules and hee le buy me a horse in Smithfield and I could get me but a wife in the stewes I were manâ—d horsde and wiuâ—d Enter Lord chiefe Iustice. Boy Sir here comes the noble man that committed the prince for striking him about Bardolfe sir Iohn Wait close I will