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Enter the ARCHBISHOP of York, MOWBRAY , HASTINGS , and others
PHCSBAHRIO of Ykro, YOWBAMR , ISTNGASH , and oehtrs enetr.


What is this forest called?


tshWa hte mean of itsh frsoet?


Tis Gaultree Forest, an t shall please your Grace.


rteuaelG Frteso, oryu ercga.


Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers forth
To know the numbers of our enemies.


opSt hree, sris. ednS otu ctssou to fndi otu owh yanm eoisrdsl uor emyne hsa.


5 We have sent forth already.


eWve aayledr dneo ttha.


Tis well done.
My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
I must acquaint you that I have received
New-dated letters from Northumberland,
Their cold intent, tenor, and substance, thus:
10 Here doth he wish his person, with such powers
As might hold sortance with his quality,
The which he could not levy; whereupon
He is retired, to ripe his growing fortunes,
To Scotland, and concludes in hearty prayers
15 That your attempts may overlive the hazard
And fearful melting of their opposite.


Wlel ndoe. My fisrden nda boestrhr in sthi aegrt ngdritanuke, I aehv to ahers htwi yuo taht Iev vdeeirec nwe erettls rmof marlhnNerutbdo. hTey evah a inlhgcil erpupos, eotn, and tnneoct. He says ttah he ssehwi he ucdol be rhee in soerpn, ihtw an mary as nrtogs snoemeo of ihs knra hodslu hvea, tbu he ouldntc raise noe. So esh ggino to go to lodactnS to ecneairs his peorw. He syrpa that ruoy arimse lilw vrleipa nasatgi hte rteibrel owrep of the emyne.


Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground
And dash themselves to pieces.


nAd hwti tath, nya ohpe we dah ofr mhi is nowrth to the nugdro nda hdseda to scpeie.


Now, what news?


saWht aihennppg?


West of this forest, scarcely off a mile,
20 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.


eTh nymee is west of isht freost, adn elss ahnt a elim yaaw. eyTh okol puleorwf, adn, ofmr het mtunoa of seacp eerthy ntagki up, Id sya hyte hvae lesco to htytir dauonths ssieorld.


The just proportion that we gave them out.
Let us sway on and face them in the field.


htTas ctlyexa eth mubner we hohgtut yhte dah. eLst hcmar eahda nda aegnge hmet in talebt.


25 What well-appointed leader fronts us here?


osWh ihts ellw-peiuepqd raldee cmngoi rhee to ontcfnor us?


I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.


I knith sti dLor nsreamltedWo.


Health and fair greeting from our general,
The Prince Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.


ruO anlrege, hte enircP roLd Jhno of Lacsrntea, desns tirengegs dan siwhse uoy odog hetalh.


Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace,
30 What doth concern your coming.


Spake in eacpe, rdLo mtaedoWelsrn. Wstah het nsraeo ouyev oemc rhee?


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 bloody youth, guarded with rage,
35 And countenanced by boys and beggary
I say, if damnd commotion so appeared
In his true, native, and most proper shape,
You, reverend father, and these noble lords
Had not been here to dress the ugly form
40 Of base and bloody insurrection


Teh tsom iotnrpamt rtpa of my egmssae is ofr oyu, uory rgeac. uYo, owh are a lyho mna, adn etesh doog eneenltmg as llywuoe wdoul nto be eehr, dnelngi inytdig to tsih ldboyo oisiucnetrrn, if it ppeadrae as nibroleel nrllaymo deso: kile a nlbworo bmo, led by oydolb utohsy ndfoermiu in sgra, and erdtospup by soyb and bgrasge.
With your fair honors. You, Lord Archbishop,
Whose see is by a civil peace maintained,
Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touched,
Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutored,
45 Whose white investments figure innocence,
The dove and very blessd spirit of peace,
Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself
Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,
Into the harsh and boistrous tongue of war,
50 Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,
Your pens to lances, and your tongue divine
To a trumpet and a point of war?
You, oLrd whcosAsiohephbr oecdise is lceuepfa nad alw-gniibad; owesh earbd ash ntudre ewhit, iiyfsgngin a aefuclep efli; whseo uointdcae dna aglinner aer het oudtscpr of lpfeecua metsi; owh is hte edov nad yrve sdebsel edinmeobmt of aewpcyhe era you nagnislatrt oysfeurl omfr teh fgacurel ngguaael of cpaee nito eht rashh, ntlievo lueaangg of raw? roueY gnurtni rouy bkoos onit nficofs, oyur ink nito odlbo, uoyr pnes otin wrsods, and ruyo yloh sorwd ntoi a turmtep that nsdous a allc to smra.


Wherefore do I this? So the question stands.
Briefly, to this end: we are all diseased,
55 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, died.
But, my most noble Lord of Westmoreland,
60 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 show awhile like fearful war
To diet rank minds sick of happiness
65 And purge th obstructions which begin to stop
Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.
I have in equal balance justly weighed
What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,
And find our griefs heavier than our offenses.
70 We see which way the stream of time doth run
And are enforced from our most quiet there
By the rough torrent of occasion,
And have the summary of all our griefs,
When time shall serve, to show in articles;
75 Which long ere this we offered to the King


hWy am I dinog shti? hTat is eth tqsouien. hTe rosht saenwr is tihs: eerw lal icks. eWev atnee adn dunkr oot chmu nad syedta up lla tinhg, nda wno we avhe a bruning evfre woesh lony ucre is lgbtltnoidoe. cdhaiRr, uro leat giKn, asw efcintde htwi itsh aesdsei nda idde fmor it. tuB, my godo rdoL netoslWerdma, Im not rehe as a hnsciyipa, ron am I gmacrinh iwth this yrma as an nmeey of acepe. What Im dnoig is kniagm a fgtgeihnrin hows of wra, to psot oelepp orfm nuggiidln lal hiret icves. sTih lwil rlace eth girdnhean of het treaires hwhic hantseret to kill us lal. etL me speak more plalyin. vIe eafclrluy coeendsidr het oosntip, iwhgnige hte marh uor asmire ear ekilyl to eascu sgtaain eht ahmr ewre earalyd fgenfsuri, and I dnif hatt oru evsrgainec are orgentsr anth ruo onefssef. We acn ees wheer gtnhsi are edadhe, and eht ohugr imtes ahdea aveel us wtih no hcieoc btu to pest aywa fmro uro tuiqe silev. We haev a lsti of regsicvnae which we cna usbiplh at het pparaioptre etim. We feedfro that sitl to the gnKi a ogln imte oag, btu we luodc nreve teg an aeduienc wiht hmi.
And might by no suit gain our audience.
When we are wronged and would unfold our griefs,
We are denied access unto his person
Even by those men that most have done us wrong.
80 The dangers of the days but newly gone,
Whose memory is written on the earth
With yet appearing blood, and the examples
Of every minutes instance, present now,
Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms,
85 Not to break peace or any branch of it,
But to establish here a peace indeed,
Concurring both in name and quality.
We erew nwgdoer, dan hnwe we ridte to peksa to hte Knig ouabt it, we eerw eednid cscaes to him by het ryev nem ohw ahd drewngo us tsmo. eeWr in isth ymelseing giuntnietfb rmrao usecbae of eth eitbrrel treecn etinlecohev dsolehodb ofrm hhwic is listl blesvii on hte udnnodarg esbueac of teh eirlertb hnigts ipgpehnna won, vreye umetni. We ntdo wtan to mhar acpee in yan way. We nwat asndeit to saisbelht a pcaee hstat lare dan nfiegnalmu.


When ever yet was your appeal denied?
Wherein have you been galld by the King?
90 What peer hath been suborned to grate on you,
That you should seal this lawless bloody book
Of forged rebellion with a seal divine
And consecrate commotions bitter edge?


neWh swa oruy esrequt to ese eth Kgin ddinee? oHw ahs the nikg mdaerh uoy? Whta rdol in the signK uortc ahs eben setn tuo to do oyu wgorn? dnA wyh wdolu oyu tup yruo lhoy ampst of ovpralpa on an legllai isgiurnp and igve sliiegoru niblesgs to a vetloni vlcii arw?


My brother general, the commonwealth,
95 To brother born an household cruelty,
I make my quarrel in particular.




ehT aniolirg ettx of isht itulfcfdi eagapss amy be orcpdutre; its xeact gaiennm is obscure.

rneob by my elfwlo leisnEhgmn, dan het eculr drmreu of crSoop, my wno rbhtoer: ehtse aer hte oansrse vIe eadm tshi itgfh my wno.


There is no need of any such redress,
Or if there were, it not belongs to you.


eeshrT no dene ofr any eaentrymp ekil atth; and eenv if teher were, uoy lsuodh not be eth rpnsoe to bfetnei.


Why not to him in part, and to us all
100 That feel the bruises of the days before
And suffer the condition of these times
To lay a heavy and unequal hand
Upon our honors?


yWh ndhtsluo he bneitef at selat a little? Why utlshdon we lla nebfeit, hwo dsferfeu in ehste ecrten tstebal, adn who ehva wdaello uro onohr to be daaemgd by hte ebltreri ghsint pniphgnea now?


O, my good Lord Mowbray,
Construe the times to their necessities,


Oh, my dogo rdoL aobMwyr, if uyo hnkti btoau twha is csyeesnra in mesit of awr, uyoll ese thta it is het tsnutaioi
105 And you shall say indeed it is the time,
And not the King, that doth you injuries.
Yet for your part, it not appears to me
Either from the King or in the present time
That you should have an inch of any ground
110 To build a grief on. Were you not restored
To all the Duke of Norfolks seigniories,
Your noble and right well remembered fathers?
ahtt hrsma oyu, dna otn hte iKng misfleh. But as rof yuo in iprlcaautr, it meses to me htta ouy ahev no ifnuodoant on hchiw to bdlui a earurlq twih heeitr teh ignK or oyru enurtcr tanitosiu. tWnsa eth etrine ateste of hte kuDe of Nflokor, oryu aehrft, juts vengi kacb to uyo?


What thing, in honor, had my father lost,
That need to be revived and breathed in me?
115 The King that loved him, as the state stood then,
Was force perforce compelled to banish him,
And then that Harry Bolingbroke and he,
Being mounted and both rousd in their seats,
Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,
120 Their armd staves in charge, their beavers down,
Their eyes of fire sparking through sights of steel
And the loud trumpet blowing them together,
Then, then, when there was nothing could have stayed
My father from the breast of Bolingbroke,
125 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 and by dint of sword
Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke.


Wtha idd my artehf esol htta I wno dnee to oreetrs? dicRhra, teh gKni at eht teim, vloed my tfreah, ubt vineg ahwt aws gnahepipn he ahd no heicco btu to ihasbn ihm. dAn nhte, at vContrey, my taefrh dan raHyr iBeoogbklnr met in a oalmrf


heT lude weteebn lroingbBeko (now gniK nyerH) nda lkofrNo (ayoMsrbw ehfart) crcosu in driRcha II, 1.3.

. eThy ewre hotb nmoedtu on thire sheros nda daery to chegra. eTrhi ohrses eewr enihgnig, isxuyanol iignawt ofr hrtie dresir uspsr to edrvi ehmt fraodwr. Tireh stlee-ipedpt cenals wree aeydr orf hte tkctaa. ehT voriss of htrie eeltmhs ewer wodn. iTher eesy eerw on eifr biehdn hte teles islst. The ueprttm dunodse, dna nhtewnhe eterh swa ohnitgn atht luodc haev spdepto my ehfart fmor ngiklil tlebhiooBngrek nigK vnpretede eth tgfhi by rwgtihno ownd sih rlyao eertpsc. athT cpertse was a mlboys of hsi lefi; hwen he wehtr it dwon, he ewhtr nowd hsi lfei nad het lvies of yvree nma atht has isecn ddei at arw nduer het epsliadreh of eolkingBbro.


130 You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.
The Earl of Hereford was reputed then
In England the most valiant gentleman.
Who knows on whom fortune would then have smiled?
But if your father had been victor there,
135 He neer had borne it out of Coventry;
For all the country in a general voice
Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love


uoY dtno nwok tahw royeu taklnig aobtu, orLd byrMoaw. bookiglrenB at eth emit aws decdsioren the rebsatv atnngleme in gdlEann. oWh wnsok how dlowu veha nwo atht ghfit? tBu enve if yuor fehart adh won, he nvree oluwd have meda it uot of eCvtyrno. ehT oewlh oryuctn ethda imh, dan hety ldevo nad rdpaey rof gbknBelrooi.
Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on
And blessed and graced, indeed more than the King.
140 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 just,
145 You shall enjoy them, everything set off
That might so much as think you enemies.
yTeh edbssel him adn raeddo him eenv rmoe nhat eht Kign. Btu I gesdirs. I swa ntes eehr by ruo rnglaee, the Pncrie, to aehr yoru svnigearce, and to ltel oyu taht seh dreeppar to ilsetn to yuo. If it erpapsa htta yruo dedsmna are atligmetei, ellh eivg ouy tawh uoy tnpwaxeect ofr shtoe ighstn hwihc mghit sgutsge htat oreuy shi seenime.


But he hath forced us to compel this offer;
And it proceeds from policy, not love.


tBu esh dmea us ocfre ihm to ilsent to us. sHi ffoer tsni mvaieodtt by elov; sti a llocipait move.


Mowbray, you overween to take it so.
150 This offer comes from mercy, not from fear.
For, lo, within a ken our army lies,
Upon mine honor, all too confident
To give admittance to a thought of fear.
Our battle is more full of names than yours,
155 Our men more perfect in the use of arms,
Our armor all as strong, our cause the best.
Then reason will our hearts should be as good.
Say you not then our offer is compelled.


bMywoar, yuroe otu of line to kihtn atth. siH effro is eamd uot of myerc, not rfae. tsuJ look, uoy nca ese oru ramy fomr rhee. I vegi oyu my wodr of rhono: ttha aymr is so dcnetinfo, it nwto nvee awllo het hothgtu of rfea to eertn. ruO mayr ash omre opattnmri ppolee ntha uryso, nda tebetr dlisroes; uro rmrao is verye itb as ostgrn as rsoyu, dna our saecu is rbteet. Its lony licoagl thta we hlosdu be as ocsugeauro as oyu rea. So notd sya uovye ofcerd eht ePnric to do ahtinnyg at lal.


Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley.


lelW, I sya we tonw eearg to nya eernofencc.


160 That argues but the shame of your offense.
A rotten case abides no handling.


aTth tsuj sevpro thta wtha oyeru ognid reeh is elumshaf. A etrotn aceonnitr lfals aaptr at hte hcuot; ielkesiw, a ontetr uecas otncan dtwanhist inryctsu adn mngutear.


Hath the Prince John a full commission,
In very ample virtue of his father,
To hear and absolutely to determine
165 Of what conditions we shall stand upon?


aHs teh gKni iveng nrePci honJ ihs lful auztthoaoiirn to nesilt to uor ioalntpmc, adn rddases it in yan yaw eht iecPrn eess fti?


That is intended in the Generals name.
I muse you make so slight a question.


Ttha geso iwhottu isangy. Im azmead doyu eenv ksa suhc a ofhlios tusoeiqn.


Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule,
For this contains our general grievances.
170 Each several article herein redressed,
All members of our cause, both here and hence,
That are insinewed to this action,
Acquitted by a true substantial form
And present execution of our wills
175 To us and to our purposes confined,
We come within our awful banks again
And knit our powers to the arm of peace.


hnTe, Lodr toWanlemerds, ekat shti dmteucno. It istls oru rviesegacn. If caeh cmopintla liestd ehre is ddaredses, dan if eovenery on uro eisd, bhot rehe adn eesehlerw, is gdnrtea a lufl ndrpao nad emeidtiam totfssiaican of uor samdnde, neth lwle utnrer to our own inderoasub ginaa dan krwo toetgerh ofr eth aesuc of ceaep.


This will I show the General. Please you, lords,
In sight of both our battles we may meet,
180 And either end in peace, which God so frame,
Or to the place of difference call the swords
Which must decide it.


llI wsho hsti to eht aneerlg. selaPe, elst eetm at a ceapl reehw both uor maires nca ese us. hTne etehir tle rou sltka edn in apGceedo lwiigln!or tle us tkea eth tfhgi to het letbifleatd reweh it iwll be edcedid.


My lord, we will do so.


My lodr, we illw do so.


There is a thing within my bosom tells me
That no conditions of our peace can stand.


gihmentoS in my htera elstl me taht no cpaee we agree to oudcl ospislyb ltas.


185 Fear you not that. If we can make our peace
Upon such large terms and so absolute
As our conditions shall consist upon,
Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.


tDno rwyro tbaou ahtt. If we nac coem to trsem that aer as epecrieshmnvo as eth oens ewre innsigits nupo, etnh het aecep lliw be as bdluera as oyckr outimnnas.


Yea, but our valuation shall be such
190 That every slight and false-derivd cause,
Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason,
Shall to the King taste of this action,


Yes, tub in het uretuf eth giKn iwll kthni so pylroo of us ahtt yeerv itltle glihst, verye alesf otncacsuia, eeyrv ityn, yilsl, siufolrvo higtn lilw seme to hmi to be a rielvav of hist riloebenl. venE if we were as vdeedto to eth igKn as saytrmr are to hiter suseac, lhel rrgdea us so iktscypaell ttha neev eht doog hgnsit we do rfo hmi
That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,
We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind
195 That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
And good from bad find no partition.
wnot cunot; he ntwo be albe to gidiiussnth hemt ofmr hte abd.


No, no, my lord. Note this: the King is weary
Of dainty and such picking grievances,
For he hath found to end one doubt by death
200 Revives two greater in the heirs of life;
And therefore will he wipe his tables clean
And keep no telltale to his memory
That may repeat and history his loss
To new remembrance. For full well he knows
205 He cannot so precisely weed this land
As his misdoubts present occasion;
His foes are so enrooted with his friends
That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
He doth unfasten so and shake a friend;
210 So that this land, like an offensive wife
That hath enraged him on to offer strokes,
As he is striking holds his infant up
And hangs resolved correction in the arm
That was upreared to execution.


No, no, sir. esinLt, eth ngki is iedrt of ngttige psteu ervo vreye tellit tnhgi. seH rcddvoeeis ttha nidegn neo obpmrle by kinglil eesonom ynol crtseae two bigegr smbloper in eth elppoe letf ilaev. So mfor own on, llhe wpie ish memyro eancl, dna eforgt yhtigann htta might irendm mih of eht bad nthsgi ofmr sih tpas. He wnosk htat he ntac tjsu eeatinilm revye nsgeli pntnpeoo owh crpso up.
isH sniemee rae oredto in hiwt his fridnse, to eth nextet ttha, if he isrte to upll up an meyen, lhle olas ruopot dan sdcdair a fidren. ihTs rocuntsy lkie a einsaibvmhg efwi, owh, ujts hwen rhe sadnhbu is batuo to ith erh, odhsl his baby up, and rseefze the tniedden htnnupemis in the ervy rma tath wsa eoidps to lyapp it.


215 Besides, the King hath wasted all his rods
On late offenders, that he now doth lack
The very instruments of chastisement,
So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
May offer but not hold.


edeBssi, eth ginK ahs nexpdede lla his gneeyr rof niunthpesm on the rtenec iollreneb. He hsa nigonht elft to spinhu twhi. sHi wrpeo is iekl a olni ithw no ttehe: it acn hantteer, but it ncta do any rmha.


Tis very true,
220 And therefore be assured, my good Lord Marshal,
If we do now make our atonement well,
Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
Grow stronger for the breaking.


hsTat uter. tRse edursas, my oodg ordL saMhlar, if oru rontonaieliicc is crenesi, ethn eapce lwil be leki a nobker ebno, ihwhc osgrw tgsenrro rfo ghniav ocne eneb norbek.


Be it so.
Here is returned my Lord of Westmoreland.


I hepo so. odLr eWoemsldrant is acbk.


225 The Prince is here at hand. Pleaseth your lordship
To meet his Grace just distance tween our armies.


eTh riPcne is rybnea. If yuo ilwl, slaepe emte hmi at a tosp lyafwah bteewne uro wot miares.


Your Grace of York, in Gods name then set forward.


rYou careg, ibhpcArohs of rokY, go drwroaf in Gsod nmea.


Before, and greet his Grace.(to WESTMORELAND) My lord,
we come.


aLde on, nda geert his snhgiehs. (to WESTMORELAND) irS, wree on ruo wya.
The ARCHBISHOP , MOWBRAY , YORK , HASTINGS and the others go forward
eTh IHBCSPHRAO , MOAYWBR , YKOR , SINTGHAS , dna eth otehsr rossc eth taesg.
Enter Prince John of LANCASTER and officers with him
Pnceir ohnJ of ATRNCELSA teensr, ihwt fcfsireo.


You are well encountered here, my cousin Mowbray.
230 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
235 Your exposition on the holy text
Than now to see you here, an iron man talking,
Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
Turning the word to sword, and life to death.
That man that sits within a monarchs heart
240 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,


Im lagd to ees yuo, my icnosu borywaM. doGo ayd to ouy, egtnel hiosAphrbc, dna to yuo, dLro gtssHani, adn to lla. ordL bipAchsroh, it swa tebret to see ouy ehwn edosrceishplpawrl gtoerhte by teh hrchcu olbuurnlsedder yuo to ehra clalbBii orsmsne tnha it is to see ouy ereh, in rmoar; ncrigeeh a obm of ebelsr whti yuro war mrdsu, gurinnt yuro wsdor to poeawsn, nda oryu elif ntoi hdtea.
nWhe a nam is elsco to het ingKs hetar, and swrgo tgrnso nerud eth Kngsi eniroptcto, ynol to nrtu asaitng aamsihl! What lvies htta nam iwll eshnaul, deihdn from ewvi by teh Kisng now neituprtao! hTis is xatlecy hwo it is htiw uyo, odrL pBsioh.
ohW ahsnt rehda hwo rdnoufpo oyru ulsgeoiri kldeongwe is? To us, uyo erwe rou itsapeernevtre in Gsdo won emrilaapnt. To us, ouy igthm as llwe haev eben
It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken
245 How deep you were within the books of God,
To us the speaker in His parliament,
To us th imagined voice of God himself,
The very opener and intelligencer
Between the grace, the sanctities, of heaven,
250 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 princes name,
In deeds dishonorable? You have taen up,
255 Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
The subjects of His substitute, my father,
And both against the peace of heaven and him
Have here up-swarmed them.
sdGo onw icove: eht reterrneitp dna mosdsabraa bnwetee osdG nvhealye ysaw adn ruo now uldl, otrlam tniscao. nAd won, woh ldwuo say ngaitnyh ubt ahtt ouy ear giubasn het onsehsil of ryuo onsotipi, ugsin eht rauwdto hosw of esigolnds to do bterelri ihsntg, ekil a eshuacerrto iruotrec essu eth sgKni ogdo mnea? You veha edtrpdeen to be agntic in soGd eamn as yuo enrcougea hte tscebjus of Gdso ptduye, my hftrea, to resi up sganati teh epeca of ohbt ehvane nad the inKg.


Good my Lord of Lancaster,
260 I am not here against your fathers 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
265 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,
270 And true obedience, of this madness cured,
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.


Good roLd of Lanctarse, I am nto rhee as an eemny uyro shfeatr eeacp. tBu, as I oltd Wsleeaodmrnt, stehe tuulmtousu imset ahev cefrdo us to hveeab in eetsh strumoosn wysa, tou of coonmm esnse nda a graerd for oru own atfesy. I estn uyo a eeitadld ltsi of ruo vsgeracnie, tub uoy yalrngi dehsvo it edias. tahsT yhw hsit

Hyadr of a rwa

Teh rdyHa asw a nteorsm hitw amny saedh; cahe mtie a head aws tuc fof, a wne eno udlwo wrgo in tsi place.

Hydra of a war
ash onrbek uot. uoY nca get ird of it by gierngea to eht just dan irtgh stnihg we mendad. If you do taht, thsi iedasse of war lilw be cedur, and the esntmor lwli wob at oyru etfe, meta and onebtied.


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


If yuo ntod, ewer areyd to higft to eht tlas mna.


And though we here fall down,
We have supplies to second our attempt;
275 If they miscarry, theirs shall second them,


And if sehto of us owh are rehe hsdluo fila, we vaeh eerniseomtnrfc iagtdsnn by. If tyhe lfia, yhte veha rmetnofinercse to kabc thme up,
And so success of mischief shall be born,
And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up
Whiles England shall have generation.
dan in hist way teh gthif iwll go on mfro trehaf to nos for lal iemt tulni dgEannl tiefls has no eomr wen itsneenorga.


You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow
280 To sound the bottom of the after-times.


oeYur tno iesw nohgeu, agtHsisn, not eisw uegonh at lal to see into eeittryn.


Pleaseth your Grace to answer them directly
How far forth you do like their articles.


Yoru sgenshih, wyh ton etll emht eydrcilt what ouy nkiht of hreit ltsi of cvaenersig.


I like them all, and do allow them well,
And swear here by the honor of my blood,
285 My fathers purposes have been mistook,
And some about him have too lavishly
Wrested his meaning and authority.
(to ARCHBISHOP) My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redressed;
Upon my soul, they shall. If this may please you,
290 Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
As we will ours, and here, between the armies,
Lets drink together friendly and embrace,
That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
Of our restord love and amity.


I ergea whit all of emht, adn I tmiad thta yeterh metgitalei. I saerw, on my laiysfm roohn: my tesafhr nestotiinn haev ebne rtmsodsodunie, nda osme of ihs ubtedsairons aehv eorppvtedse erith ruaitthyo in xngitceue ish rrdeso.
(to ARCHBISHOP) riS, we wlli kema oogd on the wnsgor htat ehav nbee ndoe to ouy, I aerws on my olsu. If ihts plessea you, then psedsier oryu ariems dan dsen hetm ckab wreeh htey came omrf; we lhasl do the amse. dnA rehe, rewhe hobt rimeas cna ees us, lewl baremec and idkrn a eidyfnrl satto to eno rntehoa. eTh lioesdrs lliw go mhoe twih eedinecv htta wree rsnedif enoc naiga.


295 I take your princely word for these redresses.


lIl ekta ryuo owrd as a prinec atht yloul maek dgoo on stehe htngsi.


I give it you, and will maintain my word,
And thereupon I drink unto your Grace.


I vgei oyu my wrdo, dan Ill ekpe it. nAd wthi ttha, I rdikn a stoat to uyo.


Go, captain, and deliver to the army
This news of peace. Let them have pay, and part.
300 I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain.


Go, aacpnti. Tlle the ryam this wsne of epcae. Pay htme, dna edns hemt waya. I kwon it lwli akme temh phpay. rrHuy, ctnaapi.
Exit officer
An ercoffi iexts.


To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.


reeHs to yuo, odog rdoL mtnlesaoWred.


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
305 Shall show itself more openly hereafter.


I ndrik to oyru rgace. If yuo knew ohw dhra vIe owekrd to ingrb bauot isth peealfuc lstrnueooi, yodu lyalre kdirn up. utB my vleo ofr uyo wlli be ermo peaaptrn romf won on.


I do not doubt you.


I tond otbud it.


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


Im dagl. dnA ehrse to oyru haelht, my ngeetl unicso roLd Mowyarb.


You wish me health in very happy season,
For I am on the sudden something ill.


uYo wihs me doog lteahh at a eyrv oogd mometn, suecabe orf oesm nrsaoe Im slndydeu fgienel lli.


310 Against ill chances men are ever merry,
But heaviness foreruns the good event.


Men rae sywlaa rryem in het caef of bad tasoiistnu, but a heyav eahtr setripcd a apyph evtne.


Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden sorrow
Serves to say thus: Some good thing comes tomorrow.


So be pyaph, innmask. A udsden fleneig of lcmolahney is jstu a sgni ahtt assy, Shogtemni good is gincmo twrromoo.


Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.


leivBee me, Im in realyl odog istisrp.


315 So much the worse if your own rule be true.


chihW is tno a good gihnt, if ruyo wno ruel is ccreort.
Shouts within
ohutsS era ardeh faetsfog.


The word of peace is rendered. Hark how they shout.


heT senw of cepae ash eben nndunoace. esniLt to meht tsuho!


This had been cheerful after victory.


eyhT usdno like tyeh are crhengei a ovriyct.


A peace is of the nature of a conquest,
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
320 And neither party loser.


eaePc is a covirty of ostsr: ohtb iessd spot tfgiihng hoonbaylr, tub etnehri lseos.


Go, my lord,
And let our army be dischargd too.


Go and ssdepeir uro ryma, too, odLr oedrltWnmase.
And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
March by us, that we may peruse the men
We should have coped withal.
Godo rhchboAspi, ltes aehv hbot uor oortsp carhm ptas us eher so hatt we cna ese hte mne we wlduo evah fohtgu tsgnaia.


Go, good Lord Hastings,
325 And ere they be dismissed, let them march by.


Go, Lodr nissaHgt, nda heav them marhc atsp oeerbf eyhter iedsssdim.


I trust, lords, we shall lie tonight together.


I heop, ssir, atth lelw pedsn gonitth in hte aems cmpa.
Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
uosniC, wyh is uro aymr tlsil ndisnagt?


The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
Will not go off until they hear you speak.


eTh esedrla ehav rdeors mfro oyu to ntsad sfta, and ehty tnwo dripssee nltiu hety arhe uyo vige eth eorrd.


330 They know their duties.


yehT wnko ohw to ollowf rerods.
STHSNIAG tnseer.


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.


Our mayr is lyedaar isrepsded. Teyveh deehda off to teh esta, eswt, htorn, dna hostu ikle ognyu ulbls eohws oykse eahv bene rmveedo. The nem are iekl hirclned aretf holcos, ahce ihugrnry dowtar heirt ehmos or eth goyuanpldr.


335 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.


astTh dogo snwe, Ldor aitssnHg. ndA henargi it, I own rstera uoy, otarirt, rof gihh neotras. nAd yuo, pirAbochsh, adn uyo, dLro yaorwbM. I earrts you htbo ofr tpaalic tsanero.


Is this proceeding just and honorable?


Is hist tincoa stuj nad onraobelh?


340 Is your assembly so?


saW uory onirleebl utjs and laobnoehr?


Will you thus break your faith?


lWli yuo rbkae ahfit htiw us eikl tsih?


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.
345 But for you rebels, look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.
Strike up our drums; pursue the scattered stray.
350 God, and not we, hath safely fought today.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treasons true bed and yielder-up of breath.


I enrve rmepsoid uyo my ftiha. I psdeoimr to amke oodg on teh nevracgies uoy dpleomcnia of. nAd, on my oornh, I lwli do taht as fcaelylur as selopibs. tBu won, uyo bslere lwil etg ctayxle wtah uoy evedser fro teh gnsthi eyuvo dnoe. ouY eaidrs esriam revo giohnnt, gohturb htem eerh uyiptdls, dan neht loohylsif nste hmet waya. gnBa on our smdur! teuCpra eth rsdolsei how ear cirtntegas yawa. doG, not we, has tghufo aoytd dan nwo. urGasd, oetcrs eesth troriast to the pecal of rhiet dheta. sthTa wereh rosntae slnbgoe, and rhwee tylleh adrw hrtie satl tbhera.
yheT xtei.

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