The time misordered doth, in common sense,
Crowd 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;

Whose dangerous eyes may well be charmed asleep
With grant of our most just and right desires,
And true obedience, of this madness cured,
Stood tamely to the foot of majesty.

Mowb. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes To the last man.

Hast.

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,
And heir from heir shall hold this quarrel up
While England shall have generation.

P. John. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow,

To sound the bottom of the after-times.

West.

Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly,

How far forth you do like their articles?

P. John. I like them all, and do allow them well

And swear here, by the honour of my blood,
My father's purposes have been mistook ;
And 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,
As 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 restored love and amity.

Arch. I take your princely word for these redresses.

P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my word :

And thereupon I drink unto your grace. [Drinks. Hast. [To an Officer.] 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, cap-

tain.

[Exit Officer.

Arch. To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.

[Drinks. West. I pledge your grace: [Drinks] and if you knew what pains

I have bestowed to breed this present peace,

You would drink freely; but my love to you

Shall show itself more openly hereafter.

Arch. I do not doubt you.

West.

I am glad of it.—

Health to my Lord, and gentle cousin Mowbray.

[Drinks.

Mowb. You wish me health in very happy sea

son;

For I am, on the sudden, something ill.

Arch. Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness foreruns the good event.

West. Therefore be merry, coz; since sudden

sorrow

Serves to say thus, 'Some good thing comes to

morrow.'

Arch. Believe me, I am passing light in

spirit.

Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be [Shouts within.

true.

P. John. The word of peace is rendered: hark,

how they shout!

Mowb. This had been cheerful after victory.

Arch. A peace is of the nature of a con

quest;

For then both parties nobly are subdued,

And neither party loser.

P. John.

Go, my lord,

[Exit WESTMORELAND.

And let our army be dischargéd too.—

And, good my lord, so please you, let your trains March by us, that we may peruse the men

We should have coped withal.

Arch.

Go, good Lord Hastings,

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

[Exit HASTINGS. P. John. I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night

together.

Re-enter WESTMORELAND

Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
West. The leaders, having charge from you to

stand,

Will not go off until they hear you speak.

P. John. They know their duties.

Re-enter HASTINGS

Hast. 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,

Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place

West. Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the

which

I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason :—

And you, lord árchbishop,

Mowbray,

and you, Lord

Of capital treason I attach you both.

Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable?

West. Is your assembly so?

Arch. Will you thus break your faith?

P. John.

I pawned thee none.

I promised you redress of these same grievances
Whereof you did complain; which, by mine honour,
I will perform with a most Christian care.
But, for you, rebels, look to taste the due
Meet for rebellion and such acts as yours.
Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence.—
Strike up our drums! pursue the scattered stray;
God, and not we, hath safely fought to-day.-
Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath.

[Exeunt.