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Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
if damn'd commotion so appear’d,
Troop in the throngs of military men ;
purge the obstructions which begin to stop
suffer, And find our griefs heavier than our offences. We see which
the stream of time doth run, And are enforced from our most quiet there By the rough torrent of occasion; And have the summ
of all our griefs, When time shall serve, to show in articles; Which long ere this we offer'd to the king, And might by no suit gain our audience: When we are wrong’d 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 With 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, Concurring both in name and quality.
West. When ever yet was your appeal denied ? Wherein have you been galled by the king ? What peer
hath been suborn'd to grate on you,
That you should seal this lawless bloody book
ARCH. My brother general, the commonwealth,
West. There is no need of any such redress; Or if there were,
not belongs to you.
O, my good Lord Mowbray,
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 remember'd father's ?
Mows. What thing, in honour, had my father lost, That need to be revived and breathed in me? The king that loved him, as the state stood then, Was force perforce compellid to banish him : And then that Henry Bolingbroke and he, Being mounted and both roused in their seats, Their neighing coursers daring of the spur,
Their armed 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
stay'd My father from the breast of Bolingbroke, O, 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 Have since miscarried under Bolingbroke. WEST. 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 ? But 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 And bless'd 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 It shall
demands are just, You shall enjoy them, every thing set off That might so much as think enemies.
Mows. But he hath forced us to compel this offer; And it proceeds from policy, not love.
West. 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 honour, all too confident To give admittance to a thought of fear. Our battle is more full of names than yours, Our men more perfect in the use of arms, Our armour 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.
Mows. Well, by my will we shall admit no parley. West. That argues but the shame of your
offence: A rotten case abides no handling.
Hast. Hath the Prince John a full commission, In very ample virtue of his father, To hear and absolutely to determine Of what conditions we shall stand upon ?
West. That is intended in the general's name: I muse you make so slight a question. Arch. Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland,
this schedule, For this contains our general grievances : Each several article herein redress’d, All members of our cause, both here and hence, That are insinew'd to this action, Acquitted by a true substantial form And present execution of our wills To us and to our purposes confined,