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    Act 4. Scene I

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    SCENE I. Yorkshire. Gaultree Forest.

    Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, MOWBRAY, LORD HASTINGS, and others
    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    What is this forest call'd?

    HASTINGS
    'Tis Gaultree Forest, an't shall please your grace.

    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    Here stand, my lords; and send discoverers forth
    To know the numbers of our enemies.

    HASTINGS
    We have sent forth already.

    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    'Tis well done.
    My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
    I must acquaint you that I have received
    New-dated letters from Northumberland;
    Their cold intent, tenor and substance, thus:
    Here doth he wish his person, with such powers
    As 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 overlive the hazard
    And fearful melting of their opposite.

    MOWBRAY
    Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground
    And dash themselves to pieces.

    Enter a Messenger

    HASTINGS
    Now, what news?

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

    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    What well-appointed leader fronts us here?

    Enter WESTMORELAND

    MOWBRAY
    I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.

    WESTMORELAND
    Health and fair greeting from our general,
    The prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.

    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace:
    What doth concern your coming?

    WESTMORELAND
    Then, my lord,
    Unto your grace do I in chief address
    The substance of my speech. If that rebellion
    Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
    Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rags,
    And countenanced by boys and beggary,
    I say, if damn'd commotion so appear'd,
    In 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 honours. You, lord archbishop,
    Whose see is by a civil peace maintained,
    Whose beard the silver hand of peace hath touch'd,
    Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd,
    Whose white investments figure innocence,
    The dove and very blessed spirit of peace,
    Wherefore do you so ill translate ourself
    Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace,
    Into the harsh and boisterous tongue of war;
    Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,
    Your pens to lances and your tongue divine
    To a trumpet and a point of war?

    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    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,
    And we must bleed for it; of which disease
    Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.
    But, my most noble Lord of Westmoreland,
    I take not on me here as a physician,
    Nor do I as an enemy to peace
    Troop in the throngs of military men;
    But rather show awhile like fearful war,
    To diet rank minds sick of happiness
    And purge the obstructions which begin to stop
    Our very veins of life. Hear me more plainly.
    I have in equal balance justly weigh'd
    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
    By 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 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.

    WESTMORELAND
    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
    Of forged rebellion with a seal divine
    And consecrate commotion's bitter edge?

    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    My brother general, the commonwealth,
    To brother born an household cruelty,
    I make my quarrel in particular.

    WESTMORELAND
    There is no need of any such redress;
    Or if there were, it not belongs to you.

    MOWBRAY
    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 honours?

    WESTMORELAND
    O, my good Lord Mowbray,
    Construe 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
    That 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 remember'd father's?

    MOWBRAY
    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 compell'd to banish him:
    And then that Harry 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 sparking 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.

    WESTMORELAND
    You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.
    The Earl of Hereford was reputed then
    In England the most valiant gentlemen:
    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 appear that your demands are just,
    You shall enjoy them, every thing 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.

    WESTMORELAND
    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 heart should be as good
    Say you not then our offer is compell'd.

    MOWBRAY
    Well, by my will we shall admit no parley.

    WESTMORELAND
    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,
    To hear and absolutely to determine
    Of what conditions we shall stand upon?

    WESTMORELAND
    That is intended in the general's name:
    I muse you make so slight a question.

    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    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,
    We come within our awful banks again
    And knit our powers to the arm of peace.

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

    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    My lord, we will do so.

    Exit WESTMORELAND

    MOWBRAY
    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,
    Our peace shall stand as firm as rocky mountains.

    MOWBRAY
    Yea, but our valuation shall be such
    That every slight and false-derived cause,
    Yea, every idle, nice and wanton reason
    Shall to the king taste of this action;
    That, were our royal faiths martyrs in love,
    We shall be winnow'd with so rough a wind
    That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
    And good from bad find no partition.

    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    No, no, my lord. Note this; the king is weary
    Of 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
    That 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
    That, 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
    And hangs resolved correction in the arm
    That was uprear'd to execution.

    HASTINGS
    Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods
    On late offenders, that he now doth lack
    The very instruments of chastisement:
    So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
    May offer, but not hold.

    ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
    'Tis very true:
    And therefore be assured, my good lord marshal,
    If we do now make our atonement well,
    Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
    Grow stronger for the breaking.

    MOWBRAY
    Be it so.
    Here is return'd my Lord of Westmoreland.

    Re-enter WESTMORELAND

    WESTMORELAND
    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 OF YORK
    Before, and greet his grace: my lord, we come.

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