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  • Title: Henry IV, Part 2 (Folio 1 1623)
  • Editor: Rosemary Gaby

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Rosemary Gaby
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    Henry IV, Part 2 (Folio 1 1623)

    1860Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
    Enter the Arch-bishop, Mowbray, Hastings,
    Westmerland, Coleuile.
    Bish. What is this Forrest call'd?
    Hast. 'Tis Gualtree Forrest, and't shall please your
    1865Grace.
    Bish. Here stand (my Lords) and send discouerers forth,
    To know the numbers of our Enemies.
    Hast. Wee
    The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. 91
    Hast. Wee haue sent forth alreadie.
    Bish. 'Tis well done.
    1870My Friends, and Brethren (in these great Affaires)
    I must acquaint you, that I haue receiu'd
    New-dated Letters from Northumberland:
    Their cold intent, tenure, and substance thus.
    Here doth hee wish his Person, with such Powers
    1875As might hold sortance with his Qualitie,
    The which hee could not leuie: whereupon
    Hee is retyr'd, to ripe his growing Fortunes,
    To Scotland; and concludes in heartie prayers,
    That your Attempts may ouer-liue the hazard,
    1880And fearefull meeting of their Opposite.
    Mow. Thus do the hopes we haue in him, touch ground,
    And dash themselues to pieces.
    Enter a Messenger.
    Hast. Now? what newes?
    1885Mess. West of this Forrest, scarcely off a mile,
    In goodly forme, comes on the Enemie:
    And by the ground they hide, I iudge their number
    Vpon, or neere, the rate of thirtie thousand.
    Mow. The iust proportion that we gaue them out.
    1890Let vs sway-on, and face them in the field.
    Enter Westmerland.
    Bish. What well-appointed Leader fronts vs here?
    Mow. I thinke it is my Lord of Westmerland.
    West. Health, and faire greeting from our Generall,
    1895The Prince, Lord Iohn, and Duke of Lancaster.
    Bish. Say on (my Lord of Westmerland) in peace:
    What doth concerne your comming?
    West. Then (my Lord)
    Vnto your Grace doe I in chiefe addresse
    1900The substance of my Speech. If that Rebellion
    Came like it selfe, in base and abiect Routs,
    Led on by bloodie Youth, guarded with Rage,
    And countenanc'd by Boyes, and Beggerie:
    I say, if damn'd Commotion so appeare,
    1905In his true, natiue, and most proper shape,
    You (Reuerend Father, and these Noble Lords)
    Had not beene here, to dresse the ougly forme
    Of base, and bloodie Insurrection,
    With your faire Honors. You, Lord Arch-bishop,
    1910Whose Sea is by a Ciuill Peace maintain'd,
    Whose Beard, the Siluer Hand of Peace hath touch'd,
    Whose Learning, and good Letters, Peace hath tutor'd,
    Whose white Inuestments figure Innocence,
    The Doue, and very blessed Spirit of Peace.
    1915Wherefore doe 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 Inke to Blood,
    Your Pennes to Launces, and your Tongue diuine
    1920To a lowd Trumpet, and a Point of Warre.
    Bish. Wherefore doe I this? so the Question stands.
    Briefely to this end: Wee are all diseas'd,
    And with our surfetting, and wanton howres,
    Haue brought our selues into a burning Feuer,
    1925And wee must bleede for it: of which Disease,
    Our late King Richard (being infected) dy'd.
    But (my most Noble Lord of Westmerland)
    I take not on me here as a Physician,
    Nor doe I, as an Enemie to Peace,
    1930Troope in the Throngs of Militarie men:
    But rather shew a while like fearefull Warre,
    To dyet ranke Mindes, sicke of happinesse,
    And purge th'obstructions, which begin to stop
    Our very Veines of Life: heare me more plainely.
    1935I haue in equall ballance iustly weigh'd,
    What wrongs our Arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,
    And finde our Griefes heauier then our Offences.
    Wee see which way the streame of Time doth runne,
    And are enforc'd from our most quiet there,
    1940By the rough Torrent of Occasion,
    And haue the summarie of all our Griefes
    (When time shall serue) to shew in Articles;
    Which long ere this, wee offer'd to the King,
    And might, by no Suit, gayne our Audience:
    1945When wee are wrong'd, and would vnfold our Griefes,
    Wee are deny'd accesse vnto his Person,
    Euen by those men, that most haue done vs wrong.
    The dangers of the dayes but newly gone,
    Whose memorie is written on the Earth
    1950With 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 Branch of it,
    But to establish here a Peace indeede,
    1955Concurring both in Name and Qualitie.
    West. When euer yet was your Appeale deny'd?
    Wherein haue you beene galled by the King?
    What Peere hath beene suborn'd, to grate on you,
    That you should seale this lawlesse bloody Booke
    1960Of forg'd Rebellion, with a Seale diuine?
    Bish. My Brother generall, the Common-wealth,
    I make my Quarrell, in particular.
    West. There is no neede of any such redresse:
    Or if there were, it not belongs to you.
    1965Mow. Why not to him in part, and to vs all,
    That feele the bruizes of the dayes before,
    And suffer the Condition of these Times
    To lay a heauie and vnequall Hand vpon our Honors?
    West. O my good Lord Mowbray,
    1970Construe the Times to their Necessities,
    And you shall say (indeede) it is the Time,
    And not the King, that doth you iniuries.
    Yet for your part, it not appeares to me,
    Either from the King, or in the present Time,
    1975That you should haue an ynch of any ground
    To build a Griefe on: were you not restor'd
    To all the Duke of Norfolkes Seignories,
    Your Noble, and right well-remembred Fathers?
    Mow. What thing, in Honor, had my Father lost,
    1980That need to be reuiu'd, and breath'd in me?
    The King that lou'd him, as the State stood then,
    Was forc'd, perforce compell'd to banish him:
    And then, that Henry Bullingbrooke and hee
    Being mounted, and both rowsed in their Seates,
    1985Their neighing Coursers daring of the Spurre,
    Their armed Staues in charge, their Beauers downe,
    Their eyes of fire, sparkling through sights of Steele,
    And the lowd Trumpet blowing them together:
    Then, then, when there was nothing could haue stay'd
    1990My Father from the Breast of Bullingbrooke;
    O, when the King did throw his Warder downe,
    (His owne Life hung vpon the Staffe hee threw)
    Then threw hee downe himselfe, and all their Liues,
    That by Indictment, and by dint of Sword,
    1995Haue since mis-carryed vnder Bullingbrooke.
    gg2 West. You
    92The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
    West. You speak (Lord Mowbray) now you know not what.
    The Earle of Hereford was reputed then
    In England the most valiant Gentleman.
    Who knowes, on whom Fortune would then haue smil'd?
    2000But if your Father had beene Victor there,
    Hee ne're had borne it out of Couentry.
    For all the Countrey, in a generall voyce,
    Cry'd hate vpon him: and all their prayers, and loue,
    Were set on Herford, whom they doted on,
    2005And bless'd, and grac'd, and did more then the King.
    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 hee will giue you Audience: and wherein
    2010It shall appeare, that your demands are iust,
    You shall enioy them, euery thing set off,
    That might so much as thinke you Enemies.
    Mow. But hee hath forc'd vs to compell this Offer,
    And it proceedes from Pollicy, not Loue.
    2015West. Mowbray, you ouer-weene to take it so:
    This Offer comes from Mercy, not from Feare.
    For loe, within a Ken our Army lyes,
    Vpon mine Honor, all too confident
    To giue admittance to a thought of feare.
    2020Our Battaile is more full of Names then yours,
    Our Men more perfect in the vse of Armes,
    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 compell'd.
    2025Mow. Well, by my will, wee shall admit no Parley.
    West. That argues but the shame of your offence:
    A rotten Case abides no handling.
    Hast. Hath the Prince Iohn a full Commission,
    In very ample vertue of his Father,
    2030To heare, and absolutely to determine
    Of what Conditions wee shall stand vpon?
    West. That is intended in the Generals Name:
    I muse you make so slight a Question.
    Bish. Then take (my Lord of Westmerland) this Schedule,
    2035For this containes our generall Grieuances:
    Each seuerall Article herein redress'd,
    All members of our Cause, both here, and hence,
    That are insinewed to this Action,
    Acquitted by a true substantiall forme,
    2040And present execution of our wills,
    To vs, and to our purposes confin'd,
    Wee come within our awfull Banks againe,
    And knit our Powers to the Arme of Peace.
    West. This will I shew the Generall. Please you Lords,
    2045In sight of both our Battailes, wee may meete
    At either end in peace: which Heauen so frame,
    Or to the place of difference call the Swords,
    Which must decide it.
    Bish. My Lord, wee will doe so.
    2050Mow. There is a thing within my Bosome tells me,
    That no Conditions of our Peace can stand.
    Hast. Feare you not, that if wee can make our Peace
    Vpon such large termes, and so absolute,
    As our Conditions shall consist vpon,
    2055Our Peace shall stand as firme as Rockie Mountaines.
    Mow. I, but our valuation shall be such,
    That euery slight, and false-deriued Cause,
    Yea, euery idle, nice, and wanton Reason,
    Shall, to the King, taste of this Action:
    2060That were our Royall faiths, Martyrs in Loue,
    Wee shall be winnowed with so rough a winde,
    That euen our Corne shall seeme as light as Chaffe,
    And good from bad finde no partition.
    Bish. No, no (my Lord) note this: the King is wearie
    2065Of daintie, and such picking Grieuances:
    For hee hath found, to end one doubt by Death,
    Reuiues two greater in the Heires of Life.
    And therefore will hee wipe his Tables cleane,
    And keepe no Tell-tale to his Memorie,
    2070That may repeat, and Historie his losse,
    To new remembrance. For full well hee knowes,
    Hee cannot so precisely weede this Land,
    As his mis-doubts present occasion:
    His foes are so en-rooted with his friends,
    2075That plucking to vnfixe an Enemie,
    Hee doth vnfasten so, and shake a friend.
    So that this Land, like an offensiue wife,
    That hath enrag'd him on, to offer strokes,
    As he is striking, holds his Infant vp,
    2080And hangs resolu'd Correction in the Arme,
    That was vprear'd to execution.
    Hast. Besides, the King hath wasted all his Rods,
    On late Offenders, that he now doth lacke
    The very Instruments of Chasticement:
    2085So that his power, like to a Fanglesse Lion
    May offer, but not hold.
    Bish. 'Tis very true:
    And therefore be assur'd (my good Lord Marshal)
    If we do now make our attonement well,
    2090Our Peace, will (like a broken Limbe vnited)
    Grow stronger, for the breaking.
    Mow. Be it so:
    Heere is return'd my Lord of Westmerland.
    Enter Westmerland.
    2095West. The Prince is here at hand: pleaseth your Lordship
    To meet his Grace, iust distance 'tweene our Armies?
    Mow. Your Grace of Yorke, in heauen's name then
    forward.
    Bish. Before, and greet his Grace (my Lord) we come.
    2100Enter Prince Iohn.
    Iohn. You are wel encountred here (my cosin Mowbray)
    Good day to you, gentle Lord Archbishop,
    And so to you Lord Hastings, and to all.
    My Lord of Yorke, it better shew'd with you,
    2105When that your Flocke (assembled by the Bell)
    Encircled you, to heare with reuerence
    Your exposition on the holy Text,
    Then now to see you heere an Iron man
    Chearing a rowt of Rebels with your Drumme,
    2110Turning the Word, to Sword; and Life to death:
    That man that sits within a Monarches heart,
    And ripens in the Sunne-shine of his fauor,
    Would hee abuse the Countenance of the King,
    Alack, what Mischiefes might hee set abroach,
    2115In 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 Heauen?
    To vs, the Speaker in his Parliament;
    To vs, th'imagine Voyce of Heauen it selfe:
    2120The very Opener, and Intelligencer,
    Betweene the Grace, the Sanctities of Heauen,
    And our dull workings. O, who shall beleeue,
    But you mis-vse the reuerence of your Place,
    Employ the Countenance, and Grace of Heauen,
    2125As a false Fauorite doth his Princes Name,
    In deedes dis-honorable? You haue taken vp,
    Vnder
    The second Part of King Henry the Fourth. 91
    Vnder the counterfeited Zeale of Heauen,
    The Subiects of Heauens Substitute, my Father,
    And both against the Peace of Heauen, and him,
    2130Haue here vp-swarmed them.
    Bish. Good my Lord of Lancaster,
    I am not here against your Fathers Peace:
    But (as I told my Lord of Westmerland)
    The Time (mis-order'd) doth in common sence
    2135Crowd vs, and crush vs, to this monstrous Forme,
    To hold our safetie vp. I sent your Grace
    The parcels, and particulars of our Griefe,
    The which hath been with scorne shou'd from the Court:
    Whereon this Hydra-Sonne of Warre is borne,
    2140Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleepe,
    With graunt of our most iust and right desires;
    And true Obedience, of this Madnesse cur'd,
    Stoope tamely to the foot of Maiestie.
    Mow. If not, wee readie are to trye our fortunes,
    2145To the last man.
    Hast. And though wee here fall downe,
    Wee haue Supplyes, to second our Attempt:
    If they mis-carry, theirs shall second them.
    And so, successe of Mischiefe shall be borne,
    2150And Heire from Heire shall hold this Quarrell vp,
    Whiles England shall haue generation.
    Iohn. You are too shallow (Hastings)
    Much too shallow,
    To sound the bottome of the after-Times.
    2155West. Pleaseth your Grace, to answere them directly,
    How farre-forth you doe like their Articles.
    Iohn. I like them all, and doe allow them well:
    And sweare here, by the honor of my blood,
    My Fathers purposes haue beene mistooke,
    2160And some, about him, haue too lauishly
    Wrested his meaning, and Authoritie.
    My Lord, these Griefes shall be with speed redrest:
    Vpon my Life, they shall. If this may please you,
    Discharge your Powers vnto their seuerall Counties,
    2165As wee will ours: and here, betweene the Armies,
    Let's drinke together friendly, and embrace,
    That all their eyes may beare those Tokens home,
    Of our restored Loue, and Amitie.
    Bish. I take your Princely word, for these redresses.
    2170Iohn. I giue it you, and will maintaine my word:
    And thereupon I drinke vnto your Grace.
    Hast. Goe Captaine, and deliuer to the Armie
    This newes of Peace: let them haue pay, and part:
    I know, it will well please them.
    2175High thee Captaine. Exit.
    Bish. To you, my Noble Lord of Westmerland.
    West. I pledge your Grace:
    And if you knew what paines I haue bestow'd,
    To breede this present Peace,
    2180You would drinke freely: but my loue to ye,
    Shall shew it selfe more openly hereafter.
    Bish. I doe not doubt you.
    West. I am glad of it.
    Health to my Lord, and gentle Cousin Mowbray.
    2185Mow. You wish me health in very happy season,
    For I am, on the sodaine, something ill.
    Bish. Against ill Chances, men are euer merry,
    But heauinesse fore-runnes the good euent.
    West. Therefore be merry (Cooze) since sodaine sorrow
    2190Serues to say thus: some good thing comes to morrow.
    Bish. Beleeue me, I am passing light in spirit.
    Mow. So much the worse, if your owne Rule be true.
    Iohn. The word of Peace is render'd: hearke how
    they showt.
    2195Mow. This had been chearefull, after Victorie.
    Bish. A Peace is of the nature of a Conquest:
    For then both parties nobly are subdu'd,
    And neither partie looser.
    Iohn. Goe (my Lord)
    2200And let our Army be discharged too:
    And good my Lord (so please you) let our Traines
    March by vs, that wee may peruse the men
    Exit.
    Wee should haue coap'd withall.
    Bish. Goe, good Lord Hastings:
    2205And ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by. Exit.
    Iohn. I trust (Lords) wee shall lye to night together.
    Enter Westmerland.
    Now Cousin, wherefore stands our Army still?
    West. The Leaders hauing charge from you to stand,
    2210Will not goe off, vntill they heare you speake.
    Iohn. They know their duties. Enter Hastings.
    Hast. Our Army is dispers'd:
    Like youthfull Steeres, vnyoak'd, they tooke their course
    East, West, North, South: or like a Schoole, broke vp,
    2215Each hurryes towards his home, and sporting place.
    West. Good tidings (my Lord Hastings) for the which,
    I doe arrest thee (Traytor) of high Treason:
    And you Lord Arch-bishop, and you Lord Mowbray,
    Of Capitall Treason, I attach you both.
    2220Mow. Is this proceeding iust, and honorable?
    West. Is your Assembly so?
    Bish. Will you thus breake your faith?
    Iohn. I pawn'd thee none:
    I promis'd you redresse of these same Grieuances
    2225Whereof you did complaine; which, by mine Honor,
    I will performe, with a most Christian care.
    But for you (Rebels) looke to taste the due
    Meet for Rebellion, and such Acts as yours.
    Most shallowly did you these Armes commence,
    2230Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.
    Strike vp our Drummes, pursue the scatter'd stray,
    Heauen, and not wee, haue safely fought to day.
    Some guard these Traitors to the Block of Death,
    Treasons true Bed, and yeelder vp of breath. Exeunt.
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