"T is well done. Hast. We have sent forth already. Arch. My friends, and brethren in these great affairs, I must acquaint you that I have receiv'd New-dated letters from Northumberland; Their cold intent, tenour 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 retir'd, to ripe his growing fortunes, To Scotland: and concludes in hearty prayers, That your attempts may overlive the hazard And fearful meeting of their opposite. Mowb. Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground, And dash themselves to pieces. Hast. Enter a Messenger. Now, what news? Mess. 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. Mowb. The just proportion that we gave them out. peace; What doth concern your coming? Whose learning and good letters peace hath tutor'd; Whose white investments 2 figure innocence, grace, b Into the harsh and boist'rous tongue of war? Arch. Wherefore do I this ?- -so the question stands. Briefly to this end:-We are all diseas'd; Nor do I, as an enemy to peace, 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 And have the summary of all our griefs, We are denied access unto his person Even by those men that most have done us wrong.a The dangers of the days but newly gone, West. When ever yet was your appeal denied? [To brother born an household cruelty,] I make my quarrel in particular. West. There is no need of any such redress; Or, if there were, it not belongs to you. Mowb. 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? West. 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, a The twenty-five lines here ending are not found in the quarto. b This line is omitted in the folio. c We have pointed this passage in a manner which, it appears to us, in some degree removes the obscurity. It is ordinarily read as follows: "My brother general, the commonwealth, The second line of the three is not found in the folio; and this gives us the key to our reading. The Archbishop is impa tient of Westmoreland's further question, and addressing him as general, exclaims, My brother! The Commonwealth! These are sufficient causes for our hostility. He then adds, "I make my quarrel in particular:" and the second line retained from the quarto explains why. In the first part of this play we are told of, "The Archbishop-who bears hard His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop." The Cambridge Editors are of opinion that several lines have been omitted, and those which remain displaced. That you should have an inch of any ground That need to be reviv'd, and breath'd in me? Their eyes of fire sparkling through sights of steel, And the loud trumpet blowing them together; Then, then, when there was nothing could have staid My father from the breast of Bolingbroke, The earl of Hereford was reputed then But, if your father had been victor there, Cried hate upon him; and all their prayers, and love, Were set on Hereford, whom they doted on, And bless'd and grac'd 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 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: The thirty-seven lines here ending were first printed in the folio. Upon mine honour, all too confident Say you not then, our offer is compell'd. Mowb. 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 Arch. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, For this contains our general grievances : All members of our cause, both here and hence, In sight of both our battles we may meet: My lord, we will do so. [Exit WEST. Mowb. There is a thing within my bosom tells me, That no conditions of our peace can stand. Hast. Fear you not that: if we can make our peace Upon such large terms, and so absolute, a Consign'd. The folio either reads consin'd or confin'd the si and the fi being so much alike in the old typography, that it is difficult to distinguish them. There can be no doubt we think that consign'd is the true reading, having the sense of ratified, confirmed. b Awful. It has been supposed by some that awful is here used in the place of lawful. In the Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act IV. Scene I., we refer to this passage under the impression that by "awful banks" was meant, legitimate bounds, orderly limits. It may be reasonably conjectured, however, that, in the passage before us, the word awful is used in the sense of reverential;-that those who are in arms against the king, having their grievances redressed, will come again within their bounds of awe towards him; the word awful is not used actively, as producing awe, but passively, capable of awe. As our conditions shall consist upon, Arch. No, no, my lord; Note this,—the king is weary Of dainty and such picking grievances: To new remembrance: For full well he knows, up, Hast. Besides the king hath wasted all his rods On late offenders, that he now doth lack 'Tis very true: Arch. And therefore be assur'd, 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. Mowb. Be it so. Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland. Re-enter WESTMORELAND. West. The prince is here at hand: Pleaseth your lordship To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies ? Mowb. Your grace of York, in Heaven's name then forward. Arch. Before, and greet his grace :- we come. lord, [Exeunt. Royal. Dr. Johnson would read loyal. But royal faith is here put for the faith due to a king. So in Henry VIII.; "The citizens have shewn at full their royal minds " SCENE II.-Another Part of the Forest. Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, the ARCHBISHOP, HASTINGS, and others: from the other side, PRINCE JOHN of Lancaster, WESTMORELAND, Officers, and Attendants. P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray : Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop : bishop, It is even so :-Who hath not heard it spoken, To us the imagin'd voice of Heaven itself; Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven, him, Have here up-swarm'd them. Arch. father; Good my lord of Lancaster, 1 am not here against your father's peace: But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland, The time misorder'd doth, in common sense, Crowd us, and crush us, to this monstrous 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 lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd; Upon my life, they shall. If this may please you, Discharge your powers unto their several counties, As we will ours: and here, between the armies, 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. Hast. Go, captain, [to an Officer.] and deliver to the army This news of peace; let them have pay, and part: I know it will well please them; Hie thee, captain. [Exit Officer. Arch. To you, my noble lord of Westmore up, Each hurries towards his home, and sportingplace. West. Good tidings, my lord Hastings; for the which I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason : you, lord archbishop,-and you, lord Mow. Of capital treason I attach both. you Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable? Arch. Will you thus break your faith ? P. John. 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