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Henry IV, Part 2

William Shakespeare

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Enter the ARCHBISHOP of York, MOWBRAY , HASTINGS , and others	Enter the ARCHBISHOP of York, MOWBRAY , HASTINGS , and others
ARCHBISHOP What is this forest called?	ARCHBISHOP What is this forest called?
HASTINGS 'Tis Gaultree Forest, an ’t shall please your Grace.	HASTINGS 'Tis Gaultree Forest, an ’t shall please your Grace.
ARCHBISHOP Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers forth To know the numbers of our enemies.	ARCHBISHOP Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers forth To know the numbers of our enemies.
HASTINGS 5 We have sent forth already.	HASTINGS We have sent forth already.
ARCHBISHOP '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.	ARCHBISHOP '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: 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 That your attempts may overlive the hazard And fearful melting of their opposite.
MOWBRAY Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground And dash themselves to pieces.	MOWBRAY Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground And dash themselves to pieces.
Enter a MESSENGER	Enter a MESSENGER
HASTINGS Now, what news?	HASTINGS Now, what news?
MESSENGER 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.	MESSENGER West of this forest, scarcely 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.
MOWBRAY The just proportion that we gave them out. Let us sway on and face them in the field.	MOWBRAY The just proportion that we gave them out. Let us sway on and face them in the field.
Enter WESTMORELAND	Enter WESTMORELAND
ARCHBISHOP 25 What well-appointed leader fronts us here?	ARCHBISHOP What well-appointed leader fronts us here?
MOWBRAY I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.	MOWBRAY I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.
WESTMORELAND Health and fair greeting from our general, The Prince Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.	WESTMORELAND Health and fair greeting from our general, The Prince Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.
ARCHBISHOP Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace, 30 What doth concern your coming.	ARCHBISHOP Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace, What doth concern your coming.
WESTMORELAND 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 damn’d 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	WESTMORELAND 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, And countenanced by boys and beggary— I say, if damn’d 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 Of base and bloody insurrection
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 blessèd spirit of peace, Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace, Into the harsh and boist'rous 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?	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, Whose white investments figure innocence, The dove and very blessèd spirit of peace, Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace, Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war, 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?
ARCHBISHOP 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	ARCHBISHOP Wherefore do I this? So the question stands. Briefly, to this end: we are all diseased, 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, 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 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. 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; Which long ere this we offered to the King
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 minute’s 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.	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. The dangers of the days but newly gone, Whose memory is written on the earth With yet appearing blood, and the examples Of every minute’s instance, present now, Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms, Not to break peace or any branch of it, But to establish here a peace indeed, Concurring both in name and quality.
WESTMORELAND When ever yet was your appeal denied? Wherein have you been gallèd 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 commotion’s bitter edge?	WESTMORELAND When ever yet was your appeal denied? Wherein have you been gallèd by the King? 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 commotion’s bitter edge?
ARCHBISHOP My brother general, the commonwealth, 95 To brother born an household cruelty, I make my quarrel in particular.	ARCHBISHOP My brother general, the commonwealth, To brother born an household cruelty, I make my quarrel in particular.
WESTMORELAND There is no need of any such redress, Or if there were, it not belongs to you.	WESTMORELAND There is no need of any such redress, Or if there were, it not belongs to you.
MOWBRAY 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?	MOWBRAY Why not to him in part, and to us all 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?
WESTMORELAND O, my good Lord Mowbray, Construe the times to their necessities,	WESTMORELAND O, my good Lord Mowbray, Construe the times to their necessities,
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 Norfolk’s seigniories, Your noble and right well remembered father’s?	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 To build a grief on. Were you not restored To all the Duke of Norfolk’s seigniories, Your noble and right well remembered father’s?
MOWBRAY 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 rousèd in their seats, Their neighing coursers daring of the spur, 120 Their armèd 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.	MOWBRAY What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me? 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 rousèd in their seats, Their neighing coursers daring of the spur, Their armèd 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, 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.
WESTMORELAND 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 ne'er had borne it out of Coventry; For all the country in a general voice Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love	WESTMORELAND 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, He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry; For all the country in a general voice Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love
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.	Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on And blessed and graced, 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 just, You shall enjoy them, everything set off That might so much as think you enemies.
MOWBRAY But he hath forced us to compel this offer; And it proceeds from policy, not love.	MOWBRAY But he hath forced us to compel this offer; And it proceeds from policy, not love.
WESTMORELAND 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.	WESTMORELAND Mowbray, you overween to take it so. 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, 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.
MOWBRAY Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley.	MOWBRAY Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley.
WESTMORELAND 160 That argues but the shame of your offense. A rotten case abides no handling.	WESTMORELAND That argues but the shame of your offense. A rotten case abides no handling.
HASTINGS 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?	HASTINGS Hath the Prince John a full commission, In very ample virtue of his father, To hear and absolutely to determine Of what conditions we shall stand upon?
WESTMORELAND That is intended in the General’s name. I muse you make so slight a question.	WESTMORELAND That is intended in the General’s name. I muse you make so slight a question.
ARCHBISHOP 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.	ARCHBISHOP Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule, For this contains our general grievances. 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 To us and to our purposes confined, We come within our awful banks again And knit our powers to the arm of peace.
WESTMORELAND 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.	WESTMORELAND This will I show the General. Please you, lords, In sight of both our battles we may meet, And either end in peace, which God so frame, Or to the place of difference call the swords Which must decide it.
ARCHBISHOP My lord, we will do so.	ARCHBISHOP My lord, we will do so.
Exit WESTMORELAND	Exit WESTMORELAND

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Enter the ARCHBISHOP of York, MOWBRAY , HASTINGS , and others	Enter the ARCHBISHOP of York, MOWBRAY , HASTINGS , and others
ARCHBISHOP What is this forest called?	ARCHBISHOP What is this forest called?
HASTINGS 'Tis Gaultree Forest, an ’t shall please your Grace.	HASTINGS 'Tis Gaultree Forest, an ’t shall please your Grace.
ARCHBISHOP Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers forth To know the numbers of our enemies.	ARCHBISHOP Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers forth To know the numbers of our enemies.
HASTINGS 5 We have sent forth already.	HASTINGS We have sent forth already.
ARCHBISHOP '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.	ARCHBISHOP '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: 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 That your attempts may overlive the hazard And fearful melting of their opposite.
MOWBRAY Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground And dash themselves to pieces.	MOWBRAY Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground And dash themselves to pieces.
Enter a MESSENGER	Enter a MESSENGER
HASTINGS Now, what news?	HASTINGS Now, what news?
MESSENGER 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.	MESSENGER West of this forest, scarcely 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.
MOWBRAY The just proportion that we gave them out. Let us sway on and face them in the field.	MOWBRAY The just proportion that we gave them out. Let us sway on and face them in the field.
Enter WESTMORELAND	Enter WESTMORELAND
ARCHBISHOP 25 What well-appointed leader fronts us here?	ARCHBISHOP What well-appointed leader fronts us here?
MOWBRAY I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.	MOWBRAY I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.
WESTMORELAND Health and fair greeting from our general, The Prince Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.	WESTMORELAND Health and fair greeting from our general, The Prince Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.
ARCHBISHOP Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace, 30 What doth concern your coming.	ARCHBISHOP Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace, What doth concern your coming.
WESTMORELAND 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 damn’d 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	WESTMORELAND 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, And countenanced by boys and beggary— I say, if damn’d 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 Of base and bloody insurrection
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 blessèd spirit of peace, Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace, Into the harsh and boist'rous 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?	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, Whose white investments figure innocence, The dove and very blessèd spirit of peace, Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace, Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war, 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?
ARCHBISHOP 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	ARCHBISHOP Wherefore do I this? So the question stands. Briefly, to this end: we are all diseased, 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, 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 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. 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; Which long ere this we offered to the King
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 minute’s 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.	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. The dangers of the days but newly gone, Whose memory is written on the earth With yet appearing blood, and the examples Of every minute’s instance, present now, Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms, Not to break peace or any branch of it, But to establish here a peace indeed, Concurring both in name and quality.
WESTMORELAND When ever yet was your appeal denied? Wherein have you been gallèd 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 commotion’s bitter edge?	WESTMORELAND When ever yet was your appeal denied? Wherein have you been gallèd by the King? 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 commotion’s bitter edge?
ARCHBISHOP My brother general, the commonwealth, 95 To brother born an household cruelty, I make my quarrel in particular.	ARCHBISHOP My brother general, the commonwealth, To brother born an household cruelty, I make my quarrel in particular.
WESTMORELAND There is no need of any such redress, Or if there were, it not belongs to you.	WESTMORELAND There is no need of any such redress, Or if there were, it not belongs to you.
MOWBRAY 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?	MOWBRAY Why not to him in part, and to us all 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?
WESTMORELAND O, my good Lord Mowbray, Construe the times to their necessities,	WESTMORELAND O, my good Lord Mowbray, Construe the times to their necessities,
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 Norfolk’s seigniories, Your noble and right well remembered father’s?	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 To build a grief on. Were you not restored To all the Duke of Norfolk’s seigniories, Your noble and right well remembered father’s?
MOWBRAY 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 rousèd in their seats, Their neighing coursers daring of the spur, 120 Their armèd 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.	MOWBRAY What thing, in honor, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me? 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 rousèd in their seats, Their neighing coursers daring of the spur, Their armèd 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, 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.
WESTMORELAND 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 ne'er had borne it out of Coventry; For all the country in a general voice Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love	WESTMORELAND 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, He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry; For all the country in a general voice Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers and love
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.	Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on And blessed and graced, 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 just, You shall enjoy them, everything set off That might so much as think you enemies.
MOWBRAY But he hath forced us to compel this offer; And it proceeds from policy, not love.	MOWBRAY But he hath forced us to compel this offer; And it proceeds from policy, not love.
WESTMORELAND 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.	WESTMORELAND Mowbray, you overween to take it so. 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, 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.
MOWBRAY Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley.	MOWBRAY Well, by my will, we shall admit no parley.
WESTMORELAND 160 That argues but the shame of your offense. A rotten case abides no handling.	WESTMORELAND That argues but the shame of your offense. A rotten case abides no handling.
HASTINGS 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?	HASTINGS Hath the Prince John a full commission, In very ample virtue of his father, To hear and absolutely to determine Of what conditions we shall stand upon?
WESTMORELAND That is intended in the General’s name. I muse you make so slight a question.	WESTMORELAND That is intended in the General’s name. I muse you make so slight a question.
ARCHBISHOP 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.	ARCHBISHOP Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule, For this contains our general grievances. 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 To us and to our purposes confined, We come within our awful banks again And knit our powers to the arm of peace.
WESTMORELAND 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.	WESTMORELAND This will I show the General. Please you, lords, In sight of both our battles we may meet, And either end in peace, which God so frame, Or to the place of difference call the swords Which must decide it.
ARCHBISHOP My lord, we will do so.	ARCHBISHOP My lord, we will do so.
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