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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 2 (Modern)
  • Editor: Rosemary Gaby

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Rosemary Gaby
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    Henry IV, Part 2 (Modern)

    Enter the Archbishop, Mowbray, Bardolph, Hastings, within 1861.1the forest of Gaultree.
    Archbishop What is this forest called?
    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.
    We have sent forth already.
    'Tis well done.
    1870My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
    I must acquaint you that I have received
    New dated letters from Northumberland,
    Their cold intent, tenure, and substance thus:
    Here doth he wish his person, with such powers,
    1875As 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 over-live the hazard
    1880And fearful meeting of their opposite.
    Mowbray Thus do the hopes we have in him, touch ground,
    And dash themselves to pieces.
    Now, what news?
    Enter messenger.
    1885Messenger 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.
    1890Let us sway on and face them in the field.
    Enter Westmorland.
    Archbishop What well-appointed leader fronts us here?
    Mowbray I think it is my lord of Westmorland.
    Westmorland Health and fair greeting from our general,
    1895The prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.
    Archbishop Say on, my lord of Westmorland, in peace.
    What doth concern your coming?
    Then, my lord,
    Unto your grace do I in chief address
    1900The 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 damned commotion so appeared,
    1905In 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,
    1910Whose 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 blessed spirit of peace,
    1915Wherefore 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
    1920To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?
    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,
    1925And we must bleed for it; of which disease
    Our late King Richard, being infected, died.
    But, my most noble Lord of Westmorland,
    I take not on me here as a physician,
    Nor do I, as an enemy to peace
    1930Troop in the throngs of military men,
    But rather show a while 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.
    1935I have in equal balance justly weighed
    What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,
    And find our griefs heavier than our offences.
    We see which way the stream of time doth run,
    And are enforced from our most quiet there
    1940By 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.
    1945When 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
    1950With 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,
    1955Concurring both in name and quality.
    Westmorland 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
    1960Of forged rebellion with a seal divine?
    Archbishop My brother general, the commonwealth,
    I make my quarrel in particular.
    Westmorland There is no need of any such redress,
    Or, if there were, it not belongs to you.
    1965Mowbray 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?
    O my good Lord Mowbray,
    1970Construe the times to their necessities,
    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,
    1975That you should have an inch of any ground
    To build a grief on. Were you not restored
    To all the Duke of Norfolk's signories,
    Your noble and right well-remembered father's?
    Mowbray What thing, in honor, had my father lost
    1980That need to be revived and breathed in me?
    The king that loved him, as the state stood then,
    Was forced, perforce compelled, to banish him;
    And then that Henry Bolingbroke and he
    Being mounted and both rousèd in their seats,
    1985Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,
    Their armèd staves in charge, their beavers down,
    Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of steel,
    And the loud trumpet blowing them together,
    Then, then, when there was nothing could have stayed
    1990My father from the breast of Bolingbroke;
    Oh, 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,
    1995Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke.
    Westmorland 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?
    2000But 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
    2005And 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
    2010It 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.
    2015Westmorland 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.
    2020Our 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.
    2025Mowbray Well, by my will we shall admit no parley.
    Westmorland That argues but the shame of your offence:
    A rotten case abides no handling.
    Hastings Hath the Prince John a full commission,
    In very ample virtue of his father,
    2030To hear and absolutely to determine
    Of what conditions we shall stand upon?
    Westmorland That is intended in the general's name.
    I muse you make so slight a question.
    Archbishop Then take, my lord of Westmorland, this schedule,
    2035For this contains our general grievances.
    Each several article herein redressed,
    All members of our cause both here and hence
    That are ensinewed to this action
    Acquitted by a true substantial form
    2040And present execution of our wills,
    To us and our purposes confined
    We come within our awe-full banks again
    And knit our powers to the arm of peace.
    Westmorland This will I show the general. Please you, lords,
    2045In 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.
    My lord, we will do so.
    Exit Westmorland.
    2050Mowbray There is a thing within my bosom tells me
    That no conditions of our peace can stand.
    Hastings Fear you not that. If we can make our peace
    Upon such large terms and so absolute
    As our conditions shall consist upon,
    2055Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.
    Mowbray Yea, but our valuation shall be such
    That every slight and false-derivèd cause,
    Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason,
    Shall to the king taste of this action;
    2060That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,
    We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind
    That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff,
    And good from bad find no partition.
    Archbishop No, no, my lord, note this: the king is weary
    2065Of dainty and such picking grievances,
    For he hath found, to end one doubt by death
    Revives two greater in the heirs of life;
    And therefore will he wipe his tables clean
    And keep no tell-tale to his memory
    2070That may repeat and history his loss
    To new remembrance. For full well he knows
    He cannot so precisely weed this land
    As his misdoubts present occasion.
    His foes are so enrooted with his friends
    2075That, plucking to unfix an enemy,
    He doth unfasten so and shake a friend;
    So that this land, like an offensive wife
    That hath enraged him on to offer strokes,
    As he is striking, holds his infant up,
    2080And hangs resolved correction in the arm,
    That was upreared to execution.
    Hastings Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods
    On late offenders, that he now doth lack
    The very instruments of chastisement;
    2085So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
    May offer, but not hold.
    'Tis very true;
    And therefore be assured, my good Lord Marshal,
    If we do now make our atonement well,
    2090Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
    Grow stronger for the breaking.
    Be it so.
    Enter Westmorland.
    Here is returned my Lord of Westmorland.
    2095Westmorland The prince is here at hand. Pleaseth your lordship
    To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies?
    Mowbray Your grace of York, in god's name then set forward.
    Archbishop Before, and greet his grace. My lord, we come.
    Enter Prince John [of Lancaster] and his army.
    Lancaster You are well encountered here, my cousin Mowbray;
    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
    2105When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
    Encircled you to hear with reverence
    Your exposition on the holy text
    Than now to see you here, an iron man talking,
    Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
    2110Turning the word to sword, and life to death.
    That man that sits within a monarch's heart
    And ripens in the sunshine of his favor,
    Would he abuse the countenance of the king,
    Alack, what mischiefs might he set abroach
    2115In shadow of such greatness! With you, Lord Bishop,
    It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken
    How deep you were within the books of god,
    To us the speaker in his parliament,
    To us th'imagined voice of god himself,
    2120The very opener and intelligencer
    Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven,
    And our dull workings? Oh, who shall believe
    But you misuse the reverence of your place,
    Imply the countenance and grace of heaven,
    2125As a false favorite doth his prince's name
    In deeds dishonorable? You have ta'en up,
    Under the counterfeited zeal of god,
    The subjects of his substitute, my father,
    And both against the peace of heaven and him
    2130Have here upswarmed them.
    Good my lord of Lancaster,
    I am not here against your father's peace;
    But, as I told my lord of Westmorland,
    The time misordered doth in common sense
    2135Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form
    To hold our safety up. I sent your grace
    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,
    2140Whose dangerous eyes may well be charmed asleep
    With grant of our most just and right desires,
    And true obedience, of this madness cured,
    Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
    Mowbray If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
    2145To the last man.
    And though we here fall down,
    We have supplies to second our attempt.
    If they miscarry, theirs shall second them,
    And so success of mischief shall be born,
    2150And heir from heir shall hold his quarrel up
    Whiles England shall have generation.
    Lancaster You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow
    To sound the bottom of the after-times.
    2155Westmorland Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly,
    How far forth you do like their articles.
    Lancaster I like them all, and do allow them well,
    And swear here by the honor of my blood,
    My father's purposes have been mistook,
    2160And some about him have too lavishly
    Wrested his meaning and authority.
    My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redressed,
    Upon my soul they shall. If this may please you,
    Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
    2165As we will ours; and here, between the armies,
    Let's drink together friendly and embrace,
    That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
    Of our restorèd love and amity.
    Archbishop I take your princely word for these redresses.
    2170[Lancaster] I give it you, and will maintain my word,
    And thereupon I drink unto your grace.
    [He toasts the Archbishop.]
    [Hastings] Go, captain, and deliver to the army
    This news of peace. Let them have pay and part.
    I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain.
    [Exit captain.]
    Archbishop To you my noble Lord of Westmorland.
    [He toasts Westmorland.]
    Westmorland I pledge your grace; and if you knew what pains,
    I have bestowed to breed this present peace,
    2180You would drink freely; but my love to ye
    Shall show itself more openly hereafter.
    I do not doubt you.
    I am glad of it.
    Health to my lord and gentle cousin Mowbray!
    [He toasts Mowbray.]
    2185Mowbray You wish me health in very happy season,
    For I am on the sudden something ill.
    Archbishop Against ill chances men are ever merry,
    But heaviness foreruns the good event.
    Westmorland Therefore be merry, coz, since sudden sorrow
    2190Serves to say thus: some good thing comes tomorrow.
    Archbishop Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.
    Mowbray So much the worse, if your own rule be true.
    Shout [within].
    Lancaster The word of peace is rendered. Hark how they shout.
    2195Mowbray This had been cheerful after victory.
    Archbishop A peace is of the nature of a conquest,
    For then both parties nobly are subdued,
    And neither party loser.
    [To Westmorland] Go my lord,
    2200And let our army be dischargèd too.
    [Exit Westmorland.]
    [To the Archbishop] And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
    March by us, that we may peruse the men
    We should have coped withal.
    Go, good Lord Hastings,
    2205And ere they be dismissed, let them march by.
    [Exit Hastings.]
    Lancaster I trust, lords, we shall lie tonight together.
    Enter Westmorland.
    Now cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
    Westmorland The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
    2210Will not go off until they hear you speak.
    Lancaster They know their duties.
    Enter Hastings.
    Hastings 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,
    2215Each hurries toward his home and sporting place.
    Westmorland 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.
    [The Archbishop, Hastings, and Mowbray are arrested.]
    2220Mowbray Is this proceeding just and honorable?
    Westmorland Is your assembly so?
    Archbishop Will you thus break your faith?
    Lancaster I pawned thee none.
    I promised you redress of these same grievances
    2225Whereof you did complain, which by mine honor
    I will perform with a most Christian care.
    But for you rebels, look to taste the due
    Meet for rebellion.
    Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
    2230Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.
    Strike up our drums, pursue the scattered stray.
    God, and not we, hath safely fought today.
    Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
    Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath.