Archb. Before, and greet his grace:-my lord, we

come.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums. [Exeunt WESTMORELAND, the Archbishop, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS, and their Friends.

SCENE III.

Another Part of the Forest.

Trumpets sound a Parley.

Enter on one side, the Archbishop, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS, and other Gentlemen :-from the other side, Prince JOHN of LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, GOWER, Gentlemen, and Guards.

P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin

Mowbray :

Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop ;-
And so to you, lord Hastings, and to all.-
My lord of York, it better show'd with you,
When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
Encircled you, to hear with reverence
Your exposition on the holy text;
Than now to see you here, an iron man,
Chearing a rout of rebels with your drum,
Turning the word to sword, and life to death.

Archb. My lord of Lancaster, I sent your grace
The parcels and particulars of our grief;
The which hath been with scorn shov'd from the

court;

Whereon this Hydra son of war is born :
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep,
With grant of our most just and right desires.

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

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:

d swear here by the honour of my blood,
y father's purposes have been mistook;
d some about him have too lavishly

rested his meaning, and authority.

lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress'd.

West. If this may please you,

scharge your powers unto their several counties, we will ours: and here, between the armies, us embrace;

at all their eyes may bear those tokens home, our restored love and amity.

Archb. I take your princely word for these re

P. John. I give it you, and will maintain my word. Hast. Go, gentlemen, deliver to the army

is news of peace; let them have pay, and part : now, it will well please them.

West. I have bestow'd great pains to breed this

lord archbishop: but my love to you ll show itself more openly hereafter. Archb. I do not doubt you.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

2. John. The word of peace is render'd; hark,

Mow. This had been chearful, after victory. Archb. A peace is of the nature of a conquest;

then both parties nobly are subdu'd,

1 neither party loser.

1. John. Go, my lord,

I let our army be discharged too.

1, good my lord, so please you, let our trains

ch by us; that we may peruse the men

should have cop'd withal.

!rchb. Go, good lord Hastings,

, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.

Archb. Before, and greet his grace:-my lord, we

come.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

[Exeunt WESTMORELAND, -the Archbishop, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS, and their Friends.

SCENE III.

Another Part of the Forest.

Trumpets sound a Parley.

Enter on one side, the Archbishop, MOWBRAY, HASTINGS, and other Gentlemen :-from the other side, Prince JOHN of LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, Gower, Gentlemen, and Guards.

P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin

Mowbray :

Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop; -
And so to you, lord Hastings, and to all.-
My lord of York, it better show'd with you,
When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
Encircled you, to hear with reverence
Your exposition on the holy text;
Than now to see you here, an iron man,
Chearing a rout of rebels with your drum,
Turning the word to sword, and life to death.

Archb. My lord of Lancaster, I sent your grace
The parcels and particulars of our grief;
The which hath been with scorn shov'd from the

court;

Whereon this Hydra son of war is born :
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charm'd asleep,
With grant of our most just and right desires.

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

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 the

Enter WESTMORELAND.

P. John. Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?

West. The leaders, having charge from you to

stand,

Will not go off untill they hear you speak.
P. John. They know their duties.

Enter HASTINGS.

Hast. My lord, our army is dispers'd already: Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up, Each hurries towards 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 archbishop, and you, lord Mow-

bray,

Of capital treason I attach you both.

(The Guards surround, and disarm them.)
Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable ?
Archb. Will you thus break your faith?
P. John. I pawn'd thee none;

I promis'd 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.
Some guard these traitors to the block of death;
Treason's true bed, and yielder up of breath.

Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.

[Exeunt the Archbishop, MOWBRAY, and HASTINGS, guarded by GOWER, Gentlemen, and Soldiers.