Henry IV, Part 2 (Quarto 1, 1598).
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¶Good day to you, gentle Lord Archbishop,
¶My Lord of Yorke, it better shewed with you,
¶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,
2110Turning the word to sword, and life to death.
¶That man that sits within a monarches heart,
¶Would he abuse the countenance of the King:
¶How deepe you were within the bookes of God,
¶To vs the speaker in his parliament,
¶To vs th'imagine voice of God himselfe,
2120The very opener and intelligencer,
¶Betweene the grace, the sanctities of heauen,
¶And our dull workings? O who shal beleeue,
¶Imply the countenance and grace of heau'n,
2125As a false fauorite doth his princes name:
¶In deedes dishonorable you haue tane vp,
¶Vnder the counterfeited zeale of God,
¶And both against the peace of heauen and him,
2130Haue here vpswarmd them.
¶I am not here against your fathers peace,
¶But as I told my lord of Westmerland,
¶The parcells and particulars of our griefe,
¶Whereon this Hidra, sonne of warre is borne,
¶And true obedience of this madnes cured,
¶Stoope tamely to the foote of maiestie.
¶Mow. If not, we ready are to trie our fortunes,
2145To the last man.
¶Hast. And though we here fal downe,
2150And heire from heire shall hold his quarrell vp,
¶Whiles England shall haue generation.
¶To sound the bottome of the after times.
¶How far forth you do like their articles.
¶Prince I like them all, and do allow them well,
¶And sweare here by the honour of my bloud,
¶Wrested his meaning and authority.
2165As we will ours, and here betweene the armies,
¶Lets drinke together friendly and embrace,
¶That all their eies may beare those tokens home,
¶Of our restored loue and amitie.
2170I 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.
¶West. I pledge your grace, and if you knew what paines,
2180You would drinke freely, but my loue to ye
¶Bishop I do not doubt you.
¶West. I am glad of it,
¶Health to my Lord, and gentle cosin Mowbray.
2195Mow. This had bin cheerefull after victory.
¶For then both parties nobly are subdued,
¶And neither party looser.
¶Prince Go my lord,
2200And let our army be discharged too,
¶March by vs, that we may peruse the men,
¶VVe should haue coap't withall.
enter Westmerland.
2210Wil not goe off vntil they heare you speake.
2215Each hurries toward his home, and sporting place.
¶And you lord Archbishop, and you lord Mowbray,
¶Of capitall treason I attach you both.
¶Bishop will you thus breake your faith?
¶Prince I pawnde thee none,
2225Whereof you did complaine, which by mine honour
¶But for you rebels, looke to taste the due
¶Meete for rebellion:
¶God, and not we, hath safely fought to day:
¶Some guard this traitour to the blocke of death,
¶Treasons true bed, and yeelder vp of breath.
