What is this forest called?

'Tis Gaultree forest, an't shall please your grace.

Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers forth,

4.1.41867To know the numbers of our enemies.

We have sent forth already.

We have sent forth already. 'Tis well done.

4.1.61870My friends and brethren in these great affairs,

4.1.71871I must acquaint you that I have received

4.1.81872New dated letters from Northumberland,

4.1.91873Their cold intent, tenure, and substance thus:

4.1.101874Here doth he wish his person, with such powers,

4.1.111875As might hold sortance with his quality,

4.1.121876The which he could not levy; whereupon

4.1.131877He is retired to ripe his growing fortunes

4.1.141878To Scotland, and concludes in hearty prayers

4.1.151879That your attempts may over-live the hazard

4.1.161880And fearful meeting of their opposite.

Thus do the hopes we have in him, touch ground,

4.1.181882And dash themselves to pieces.

And dash themselves to pieces. Now, what news?

West of this forest, scarcely off a mile,

4.1.201886In goodly form comes on the enemy;

4.1.211887And by the ground they hide, I judge their number

4.1.221888Upon, or near the rate of thirty thousand.

The just proportion that we gave them out.

4.1.241890Let us sway on and face them in the field.

What well-appointed leader fronts us here?

I think it is my lord of Westmorland.

Health and fair greeting from our general,

4.1.281895The prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.

Say on, my lord of Westmorland, in peace.

4.1.301897What doth concern your coming?

What doth concern your coming? Then, my lord,

4.1.311899Unto your grace do I in chief address

4.1.321900The substance of my speech. If that rebellion

4.1.331901Came like itself, in base and abject routs,

4.1.341902Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,

4.1.351903And countenanced by boys and beggary;

4.1.361904I say, if damned commotion so appeared,

4.1.371905In his true, native, and most proper shape,

4.1.381906You, reverend father, and these noble lords,

4.1.391907Had not been here to dress the ugly form

4.1.401908Of base and bloody insurrection

4.1.411909With your fair honors. You, Lord Archbishop,

4.1.421910Whose see is by a civil peace maintained,

4.1.431911Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touched,

4.1.441912Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutored,

4.1.451913Whose white investments figure innocence,

4.1.461914The dove, and very blessed spirit of peace,

4.1.471915Wherefore do you so ill translate yourself

4.1.481916Out of the speech of peace, that bears such grace,

4.1.491917Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war,

4.1.501918Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,

4.1.511919Your pens to lances, and your tongue divine

4.1.521920To a loud trumpet, and a point of war?

Wherefore do I this? So the question stands.

4.1.541922Briefly, to this end: we are all diseased,

4.1.551923And with our surfeiting and wanton hours

4.1.561924Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,

4.1.571925And we must bleed for it; of which disease

4.1.581926Our late King Richard, being infected, died.

4.1.591927But, my most noble Lord of Westmorland,

4.1.601928I take not on me here as a physician,

4.1.611929Nor do I, as an enemy to peace

4.1.621930Troop in the throngs of military men,

4.1.631931But rather show a while like fearful war

4.1.641932To diet rank minds sick of happiness,

4.1.651933And purge th'obstructions which begin to stop

4.1.661934Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.

4.1.671935I have in equal balance justly weighed

4.1.681936What wrongs our arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,

4.1.691937And find our griefs heavier than our offences.

4.1.701938We see which way the stream of time doth run,

4.1.711939And are enforced from our most quiet there

4.1.721940By the rough torrent of occasion,

4.1.731941And have the summary of all our griefs,

4.1.741942When time shall serve, to show in articles,

4.1.751943Which long ere this, we offered to the king,

4.1.761944And might by no suit gain our audience.

4.1.771945When we are wronged and would unfold our griefs,

4.1.781946We are denied access unto his person,

4.1.791947Even by those men that most have done us wrong.

4.1.801948The dangers of the days but newly gone,

4.1.811949Whose memory is written on the earth

4.1.821950With yet appearing blood, and the examples

4.1.831951Of every minute's instance, present now,

4.1.841952Hath put us in these ill-beseeming arms,

4.1.851953Not to break peace, or any branch of it,

4.1.861954But to establish here a peace indeed,

4.1.871955Concurring both in name and quality.

When ever yet was your appeal denied?

4.1.891957Wherein have you been gallèd by the king?

4.1.901958What peer hath been suborned to grate on you,

4.1.911959That you should seal this lawless bloody book

4.1.921960Of forged rebellion with a seal divine?

My brother general, the commonwealth,

4.1.941962I make my quarrel in particular.

There is no need of any such redress,

4.1.961964Or, if there were, it not belongs to you.

Why not to him in part, and to us all

4.1.981966That feel the bruises of the days before

4.1.991967And suffer the condition of these times

4.1.1001968To lay a heavy and unequal hand

4.1.101Upon our honors?

Upon our honors? O my good Lord Mowbray,

4.1.1021970Construe the times to their necessities,

4.1.1031971And you shall say indeed it is the time

4.1.1041972And not the king that doth you injuries.

4.1.1051973Yet for your part, it not appears to me,

4.1.1061974Either from the king or in the present time,

4.1.1071975That you should have an inch of any ground

4.1.1081976To build a grief on. Were you not restored

4.1.1091977To all the Duke of Norfolk's signories,

4.1.1101978Your noble and right well-remembered father's?

What thing, in honor, had my father lost

4.1.1121980That need to be revived and breathed in me?

4.1.1131981The king that loved him, as the state stood then,

4.1.1141982Was forced, perforce compelled, to banish him;

4.1.1151983And then that Henry Bolingbroke and he

4.1.1161984Being mounted and both rousèd in their seats,

4.1.1171985Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,

4.1.1181986Their armèd staves in charge, their beavers down,

4.1.1191987Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of steel,

4.1.1201988And the loud trumpet blowing them together,

4.1.1211989Then, then, when there was nothing could have stayed

4.1.1221990My father from the breast of Bolingbroke;

4.1.1231991Oh, when the king did throw his warder down,

4.1.1241992His own life hung upon the staff he threw,

4.1.1251993Then threw he down himself and all their lives,

4.1.1261994That by indictment and by dint of sword,

4.1.1271995Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke.

You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.

4.1.1291997The Earl of Hereford was reputed then

4.1.1301998In England the most valiant gentleman.

4.1.1311999Who knows on whom fortune would then have smiled?

4.1.1322000But if your father had been victor there,

4.1.1332001He ne'er had borne it out of Coventry.

4.1.1342002For all the country in a general voice

4.1.1352003Cried hate upon him, and all their prayers and love

4.1.1362004Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on

4.1.1372005And blessed and graced, indeed more than the king.

4.1.1382006But this is mere digression from my purpose.

4.1.1392007Here come I from our princely general

4.1.1402008To know your griefs, to tell you from his grace

4.1.1412009That he will give you audience, and wherein

4.1.1422010It shall appear that your demands are just,

4.1.1432011You shall enjoy them, everything set off

4.1.1442012That might so much as think you enemies.

But he hath forced us to compel this offer,

4.1.1462014And it proceeds from policy, not love.

Mowbray, you overween to take it so.

4.1.1482016This offer comes from mercy, not from fear;

4.1.1492017For lo, within a ken our army lies,

4.1.1502018Upon mine honor, all too confident

4.1.1512019To give admittance to a thought of fear.

4.1.1522020Our battle is more full of names than yours,

4.1.1532021Our men more perfect in the use of arms,

4.1.1542022Our armor all as strong, our cause the best;

4.1.1552023Then reason will our hearts should be as good.

4.1.1562024Say you not then our offer is compelled.

Well, by my will we shall admit no parley.

That argues but the shame of your offence:

4.1.1592027A rotten case abides no handling.

Hath the Prince John a full commission,

4.1.1612029In very ample virtue of his father,

4.1.1622030To hear and absolutely to determine

4.1.1632031Of what conditions we shall stand upon?

That is intended in the general's name.

4.1.1652033I muse you make so slight a question.

Then take, my lord of Westmorland, this schedule,

4.1.1672035For this contains our general grievances.

4.1.1682036Each several article herein redressed,

4.1.1692037All members of our cause both here and hence

4.1.1702038That are ensinewed to this action

4.1.1712039Acquitted by a true substantial form

4.1.1722040And present execution of our wills,

4.1.1732041To us and our purposes confined

4.1.1742042We come within our awe-full banks again

4.1.1752043And knit our powers to the arm of peace.

This will I show the general. Please you, lords,

4.1.1772045In sight of both our battles we may meet,

4.1.1782046And either end in peace, which god so frame,

4.1.1792047Or to the place of difference call the swords

4.1.1802048Which must decide it.

Which must decide it. My lord, we will do so.

There is a thing within my bosom tells me

4.1.1822051That no conditions of our peace can stand.

Fear you not that. If we can make our peace

4.1.1842053Upon such large terms and so absolute

4.1.1852054As our conditions shall consist upon,

4.1.1862055Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

Yea, but our valuation shall be such

4.1.1882057That every slight and false-derivèd cause,

4.1.1892058Yea, every idle, nice, and wanton reason,

4.1.1902059Shall to the king taste of this action;

4.1.1912060That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,

4.1.1922061We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind

4.1.1932062That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff,

4.1.1942063And good from bad find no partition.

No, no, my lord, note this: the king is weary

4.1.1962065Of dainty and such picking grievances,

4.1.1972066For he hath found, to end one doubt by death

4.1.1982067Revives two greater in the heirs of life;

4.1.1992068And therefore will he wipe his tables clean

4.1.2002069And keep no tell-tale to his memory

4.1.2012070That may repeat and history his loss

4.1.2022071To new remembrance. For full well he knows

4.1.2032072He cannot so precisely weed this land

4.1.2042073As his misdoubts present occasion.

4.1.2052074His foes are so enrooted with his friends

4.1.2062075That, plucking to unfix an enemy,

4.1.2072076He doth unfasten so and shake a friend;

4.1.2082077So that this land, like an offensive wife

4.1.2092078That hath enraged him on to offer strokes,

4.1.2102079As he is striking, holds his infant up,

4.1.2112080And hangs resolved correction in the arm,

4.1.2122081That was upreared to execution.

Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods

4.1.2142083On late offenders, that he now doth lack

4.1.2152084The very instruments of chastisement;

4.1.2162085So that his power, like to a fangless lion,

4.1.2172086May offer, but not hold.

May offer, but not hold. 'Tis very true;

4.1.2182088And therefore be assured, my good Lord Marshal,

4.1.2192089If we do now make our atonement well,

4.1.2202090Our peace will, like a broken limb united,

4.1.2212091Grow stronger for the breaking.

Grow stronger for the breaking. Be it so.

4.1.222Here is returned my Lord of Westmorland.

The prince is here at hand. Pleaseth your lordship

4.1.2242096To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies?

Your grace of York, in god's name then set forward.

Before, and greet his grace. My lord, we come.

You are well encountered here, my cousin Mowbray;

4.1.2282102Good day to you, gentle Lord Archbishop,

4.1.2292103And so to you Lord Hastings, and to all.

4.1.2302104My lord of York, it better showed with you

4.1.2312105When that your flock, assembled by the bell,

4.1.2322106Encircled you to hear with reverence

4.1.2332107Your exposition on the holy text

4.1.2342108Than now to see you here, an iron man talking,

4.1.2352109Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,

4.1.2362110Turning the word to sword, and life to death.

4.1.2372111That man that sits within a monarch's heart

4.1.2382112And ripens in the sunshine of his favor,

4.1.2392113Would he abuse the countenance of the king,

4.1.2402114Alack, what mischiefs might he set abroach

4.1.2412115In shadow of such greatness! With you, Lord Bishop,

4.1.2422116It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken

4.1.2432117How deep you were within the books of god,

4.1.2442118To us the speaker in his parliament,

4.1.2452119To us th'imagined voice of god himself,

4.1.2462120The very opener and intelligencer

4.1.2472121Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven,

4.1.2482122And our dull workings? Oh, who shall believe

4.1.2492123But you misuse the reverence of your place,

4.1.2502124Imply the countenance and grace of heaven,

4.1.2512125As a false favorite doth his prince's name

4.1.2522126In deeds dishonorable? You have ta'en up,

4.1.2532127Under the counterfeited zeal of god,

4.1.2542128The subjects of his substitute, my father,

4.1.2552129And both against the peace of heaven and him

4.1.2562130Have here upswarmed them.

Have here upswarmed them. Good my lord of Lancaster,

4.1.2572132I am not here against your father's peace;

4.1.2582133But, as I told my lord of Westmorland,

4.1.2592134The time misordered doth in common sense

4.1.2602135Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form

4.1.2612136To hold our safety up. I sent your grace

4.1.2622137The parcels and particulars of our grief,

4.1.2632138The which hath been with scorn shoved from the court,

4.1.2642139Whereon this Hydra son of war is born,

4.1.2652140Whose dangerous eyes may well be charmed asleep

4.1.2662141With grant of our most just and right desires,

4.1.2672142And true obedience, of this madness cured,

4.1.2682143Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

If not, we ready are to try our fortunes

4.1.2702145To the last man.

To the last man. And though we here fall down,

4.1.2712147We have supplies to second our attempt.

4.1.2722148If they miscarry, theirs shall second them,

4.1.2732149And so success of mischief shall be born,

4.1.2742150And heir from heir shall hold his quarrel up

4.1.2752151Whiles England shall have generation.

You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow

4.1.2772154To sound the bottom of the after-times.

Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly,

4.1.2792156How far forth you do like their articles.

I like them all, and do allow them well,

4.1.2812158And swear here by the honor of my blood,

4.1.2822159My father's purposes have been mistook,

4.1.2832160And some about him have too lavishly

4.1.2842161Wrested his meaning and authority.

4.1.2852162My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redressed,

4.1.2862163Upon my soul they shall. If this may please you,

4.1.2872164Discharge your powers unto their several counties,

4.1.2882165As we will ours; and here, between the armies,

4.1.2892166Let's drink together friendly and embrace,

4.1.2902167That all their eyes may bear those tokens home

4.1.2912168Of our restorèd love and amity.

I take your princely word for these redresses.

I give it you, and will maintain my word,

4.1.2942171And thereupon I drink unto your grace.

Go, captain, and deliver to the army

4.1.2962173This news of peace. Let them have pay and part.

4.1.2972174I know it will well please them. Hie thee, captain.

To you my noble Lord of Westmorland.

I pledge your grace; and if you knew what pains,

4.1.3002178I have bestowed to breed this present peace,

4.1.3012180You would drink freely; but my love to ye

4.1.3022181Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

I do not doubt you.

I do not doubt you. I am glad of it.

4.1.3042184Health to my lord and gentle cousin Mowbray!

You wish me health in very happy season,

4.1.3062186For I am on the sudden something ill.

Against ill chances men are ever merry,

4.1.3082188But heaviness foreruns the good event.

Therefore be merry, coz, since sudden sorrow

4.1.3102190Serves to say thus: some good thing comes tomorrow.

Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.

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

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

This had been cheerful after victory.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest,

4.1.3162197For then both parties nobly are subdued,

4.1.3172198And neither party loser.

And neither party loser. [To Westmorland] Go my lord,

4.1.3182200And let our army be dischargèd too.

4.1.3192201[To the Archbishop] And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains

4.1.3202202March by us, that we may peruse the men

4.1.3212203We should have coped withal.

We should have coped withal. Go, good Lord Hastings,

4.1.3222205And ere they be dismissed, let them march by.

I trust, lords, we shall lie tonight together.

4.1.3242208Now cousin, wherefore stands our army still?

The leaders, having charge from you to stand,

4.1.3262210Will not go off until they hear you speak.

They know their duties.

My lord, our army is dispersed already.

4.1.3292213Like youthful steers unyoked they take their courses,

4.1.3302214East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up,

4.1.3312215Each hurries toward his home and sporting place.

Good tidings, my Lord Hastings, for the which

4.1.3332217I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason;

4.1.3342218And you, Lord Archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,

4.1.3352219Of capital treason I attach you both.

Is this proceeding just and honorable?

Is your assembly so?

Will you thus break your faith?

I pawned thee none.

4.1.3402224I promised you redress of these same grievances

4.1.3412225Whereof you did complain, which by mine honor

4.1.3422226I will perform with a most Christian care.

4.1.3432227But for you rebels, look to taste the due

4.1.3442228Meet for rebellion.

4.1.3452229Most shallowly did you these arms commence,

4.1.3462230Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.

4.1.3472231Strike up our drums, pursue the scattered stray.

4.1.3482232God, and not we, hath safely fought today.

4.1.3492233Some guard these traitors to the block of death,

4.1.3502234Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath.