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[Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, MOWBRAY, LORD HASTINGS, and others]
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
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What is | this for|est called? \\
HASTINGS
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'Tis Gaul|tree* for|est, and | it shall please |
your grace.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
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Here* stand |(my lords)| and send | discov|erers
forth,
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To know | the num|bers of | our en|emies.
HASTINGS
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We have sent | forth al|ready.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
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'Tis well done.
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My friends | and breth|ren (in | these great |
affairs)
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I must | acquaint | you, that | I have | received
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New-dated let|ters from | Northum|berland;
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Their cold | intent,| tenor,| and sub|stance
thus.
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Here doth | he wish | his pers|on, with / such
powers
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As might | hold sort/ance with | his qual|ity,
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The which | he could | not le|vy: where|upon
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He is re|tired, to | ripe his | growing |
fortunes,
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To Scot|land; and | concludes | in hear|ty
prayers,
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That your at|tempts may | over|live the | hazard,
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And fear|ful meet|ing of | their op|posite.
MOWBRAY
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Thus do | the hopes | we have | in him,
touch ground,
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And dash | themselves | to pieces.
[Enter a Messenger]
HASTINGS
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Now?| What news?
MESSENGER
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West of | this for|est, scarce|ly off | a mile,
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In good|ly form,| comes^on | the en|emy:
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And by the | ground they | hide, I | judge their
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Upon,| or near,| the rate | of thir|ty
thou||sand.
MOWBRAY
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The just | propor|tion that | we gave | them out.
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Let us | sway^on,| and face | them in | the
field.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
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What well-|appoint|ed lead|er fronts | us here?
[Enter WESTMORELAND]
MOWBRAY
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I think | it is | my Lord | of West|moreland.
WESTMORELAND
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Health, and | fair greet/ing from | our gen|eral,
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The prince,| Lord^John,| and Duke | of
Lan|caster.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
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Say on |(my Lord | of West|moreland)| in peace:
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What doth | concern | your com|ing?
WESTMORELAND
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Then |(my lord)
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Unto | your grace | do I | in chief | address
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The sub|stance of | my speech.| If that
re|bellion
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Came like itself,| in base | and ab|ject^routs,
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Led^on | by bloo|dy youth,| guarded | with rage,
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And count|enanced | by boys,| and beg|gary:
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I say,| if damned | commo|tion so | appear,
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In his / true, nat|ive, and / most prop|er shape,
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You (rev/erend | father,| and these nob|le lords)
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Had not | been here,| to dress | the ug|ly form
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Of base,| and bloo|dy in|surrec|tion,
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With your | fair^hon|ors. You,| lord^arch|bishop,
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Whose see | is by | a civ|il peace | maintained,
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Whose^beard,| the silv|er hand | of peace | hath
touched,
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Whose^learn|ing and good | letters | peace hath |
tutored,
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Whose^white | invest|ments fig|ure in|nocence,
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The dove,| and ve|ry bles|sed spirit | of peace.
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Wherefore | do you | so ill | translate | yourself,
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Out of the | speech of | peace, that | bears such
grace,
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Into | the harsh | and boist|erous tongue | of
war?
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Turning | your books | to graves,| your ink | to
blood,
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Your pens | to lan|ces, and | your tongue |
divine
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To a / loud trump|et, and | a point | of war.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
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Wherefore | do I | this? So | the ques|tion
stands.
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Briefly | to this / end: we | are all | diseased,
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And with | our surf|eiting,| and want|on hours,
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Have brought | ourselves | into a | burning |
fever,
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And we | must bleed | for it:| of which |
disease,
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Our late | king^Rich|ard (being | infect|ed) died.
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But (my | most^nob|le Lord | of West|moreland)
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I take | not^on | me here | as a phy|sician,
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Nor do | I, as | an en|emy | to peace,
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Troop in | the throngs | of mil|ita|ry men:
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But rath|er show | awhile | like^fear|ful war,
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To diet | rank minds, sick | of hap|piness,
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And purge | the obstruc|tions, which | begin | to
stop
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Our ve|ry veins | of life:| hear me more*|
plainly.
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I have | in e|qual bal|ance just|ly weighed,
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What wrongs | our arms | may do,| what wrongs |
we suffer,
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And find | our griefs | heavier | than our
of|fenses.
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We see | which way | the stream | of time | doth
run,
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And are | enforced | from our / most qui|et
there,
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By the / rough tor|rent of | occas|ion.
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And have | the sum|mary | of all | our griefs,
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(When time | shall serve)| to show | in
art|icles;
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Which long | ere this,| we of|fered to | the
king,
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And might,| by no suit,| gain our^|audience:
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When we | are wronged,| and would | unfold | our
griefs,
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We are | denied access | unto his | person,
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Even by | those men,| that most | have done | us
wrong.
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The dang|ers of | the days | but new|ly gone,
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Whose^mem|ory | is writ|ten on | the earth
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With yet | appear|ing blood;| and the ex|amples
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Of eve|ry min|ute's inst|ance (pres|ent now)
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Hath put | us in | these ill-|beseem|ing arms:
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Not to break peace,| or an|y branch | of it,
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But to | estab|lish here | a peace | indeed,
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Concur|ring both | in name | and qual|ity.
WESTMORELAND
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When ev|er yet | was your | appeal | denied?
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Wherein | have you | been gal|led by | the king?
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What peer | hath been | suborned | to grate | on
you,
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That you | should seal | this law|less bloo|dy
book
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Of forged | rebel|lion, with | a seal | divine?
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
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My broth|er gen|eral,| the com|monwealth,
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I make | my quar|rel, in | partic|ular.
WESTMORELAND
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There is / no need | of an|y such | redress:
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Or if | there were,| it not | belongs | to you.
MOWBRAY
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Why not | to him | in part,| and to | us all,
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That feel | the bruis|es of | the days | before,
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And suf|fer the | condi|tion of | these times
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To lay a heavy and unequal hand upon our honors?
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WESTMORELAND
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O my | good* Lord | Mowbray*, \\
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Construe | the times | to their | neces|sities,
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And you | shall say |(indeed)| it is | the time,
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And not | the king,| that doth | you in|juries.
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Yet for | your part, it | not appears | to me,
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Either | from the king,| or in | the pres|ent
time,
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That you | should have | an inch | of an|y ground
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To build | a grief | on: were | you not |
restored
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To all | the Duke | of Nor|folk's sig|nories,
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Your nob|le, and / right well | remem|bered
fath||er's?
MOWBRAY
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What thing,| in hon|or, had | my fath|er lost,
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That need | to be | revived,| and breathed | in
me?
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The king | that loved | him, as the | state stood
then,
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Was force | perforce | compelled | to ban|ish
him:
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And then,| that Hen|ry Bol|ingbroke | and he
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Being mount|ed, and / both rous|ed in | their
seats,
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Their neigh|ing cours|ers dar|ing of | the spur,
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Their arm|ed staves | in charge,| their beav|ers
down,
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Their eyes | of fire,| sparking | through sights
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And the loud | trumpet | blowing | them
to|gether:
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Then, then, when | there was noth|ing could |
have stayed
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My fath|er from | the breast | of Bol|ingbroke;
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O, when | the king | did throw | his ward|er down,
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(His own | life hung upon | the staff | he threw)
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Then threw | he down | himself,| and all | their
lives,
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That by | indict|ment, and | by dint | of sword,
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Have since | miscar|ried und|er Bol|ingbroke.
WESTMORELAND
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You speak |(Lord^Mow|bray) now | you know | not
what.
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The Earl | of Here|ford was | reput|ed then
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In Eng|land the / most val|iant gent|leman.
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Who knows,| on whom | fortune | would then | have
smiled?
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But if | your fath|er had | been vic|tor there,
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He nere | had borne | it out | of Cov|entry.
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For all | the count|ry, in | a gene|ral voice,
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Cried hate upon him:| and all | their prayers,|
and love, ??
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Were set | on Here|ford, whom | they dot|ed on,
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And blessed,| and graced,| and did | more than |
the king.
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But this | is mere | digres|sion from | my
pur||pose.
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Here | come I | from our prince|ly gen|eral,
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To know | your griefs;| to tell | you, from | his
grace,
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That he | will give | you aud|ience;| and
where||in
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It | shall appear,| that your | demands | are
just,
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You shall | enjoy | them, eve|ry thing | set off,
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That might | so much | as think | you en|emies.
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But he | hath forced | us to | compel | this
offer,
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And it | proceeds | from pol|icy,| not love.
WESTMORELAND
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Mowbray,| you ov|erween | to take | it so:
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This of|fer comes | from mer|cy, not | from fear.
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For lo,| within | a ken | our ar|my lies,
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Upon | mine hon|or, all | too con|fident
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To give | admit|tance to | a thought | of fear.
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Our bat|tle is / more full | of names | than
yours,
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Our men | more* per|fect in | the use | of arms,
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Our arm|or all | as strong,| our cause | the
best;
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Then reas|on will,| our heart | should be | as
good.
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Say you | not then,| our of|fer is | compelled.
MOWBRAY
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Well, by | my will,| we shall ad|mit no | parley.
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That arg|ues but | the shame | of your | offense:
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A rot|ten case | abides | no han|dling.
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Hath the | Prince John a full | commis|sion,
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In ve|ry ample | virtue | of his | father,
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To hear,| and abs|olute|ly to | deter||mine
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Of what | condi|tions we | shall stand | upon?
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That is | intend|ed in | the gene|ral's name:
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I muse | you make | so slight | a ques|tion.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
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Then take |(my Lord | of Westmore|land)
this | schedule,
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For this | contains | our gene|ral griev|ances:
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Each seve|ral art|icle | herein | redressed,
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All mem|bers of | our cause,| both here,| and
hence,
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That are | insin|ewed to | this ac|tion,
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Acquit|ted by | a true | substan|tial form,
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And pres|ent ex|ecu|tion of | our wills,
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To us,| and to | our pur|poses | confined,
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We come | within | our aw|ful banks | again,
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And knit | our pow|ers to | the arm | of peace.
WESTMORELAND
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This will | I show | the gene|ral. Please | you
lords,
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In sight | of both | our bat|tles, we | may meet
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At eith|er end | in peace:| which heaven | so
frame,
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Or to | the place | of dif|ference call | the
swords,
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Which must | decide | it.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
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My lord,| we will / do so.
[Exit WESTMORELAND]
MOWBRAY
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There is a | thing with|in my | bosom | tells me,
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That no | condi|tions of | our peace | can stand.
HASTINGS
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Fear you | not, that | if we | can make | our
peace
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Upon | such large | terms, and | so abs|olute,
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As our | condi|tions shall | consist | upon,
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Our peace | shall stand | as firm | as rock|y
moun||tains.
MOWBRAY
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Aye,| but our val|ua|tion shall | be such,
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That eve|ry slight,| and false-|deriv|ed cause,
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Yea, eve|ry id|le, nice,| and want|on reas||on,
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Shall,| to the / king, taste | of this | action:
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That were | our roy|al faiths | martyrs | in
love,
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We shall | be win|nowed with / so rough | a wind,
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That even | our corn | shall seem | as light | as
chaff,
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And good | from bad | find no | parti|tion.
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No,|| no (my | lord) note this:| the king | is
wea||ry
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Of dain|ty, and / such pick|ing griev|ances:
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For he hath | found, to | end one doubt | by death
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Revives | two great/er in | the heirs | of life.
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And there|fore will | he wipe | his tab|les
clean,
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And keep | no* tell-|tale to | his mem|ory,
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That may | repeat,| and hist|ory | his loss,
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To new | remem|brance. For / full well | he
knows,
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He can|not so | precise|ly weed | this land,
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As his / misdoubts | present | occa|sion:
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His foes | are so | enroot|ed with | his friends,
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That pluck|ing to / unfix | an en|emy,
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He doth | unfast|en so,| and shake | a friend.
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So that | this land,| like an | offen|sive wife,
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That hath | enraged | him on,| to of|fer strokes,
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As he | is strik|ing, holds | his in|fant up,
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And hangs | resolved | correc|tion in | the arm,
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That was | upreared | to ex|ecu|tion.
HASTINGS
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Besides,| the king | hath wast|ed all | his rods,
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On late | offend|ers, that | he now | doth lack
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The ve|ry inst|ruments | of chas|tisement:
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So that | his power,| like to a | fangless | lion
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May of|fer, but / not hold.
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
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'Tis ve|ry true:
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And there|fore be as|sured (my | good lord^|marshal)
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If we | do now | make our | atone|ment well,
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Our peace,| will (like | a brok|en limb |
unit||ed)
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Grow | stronger,| for the | breaking.
MOWBRAY
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Be it so:
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Here is | returned | my Lord | of West|moreland.
[Enter WESTMORELAND]
WESTMORELAND
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The prince | is here | at hand:| pleaseth | your
lord||ship
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To meet | his grace,| just dist/ance be|tween our
| armies?
MOWBRAY
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Your grace | of York,| in heaven's | name then,
set | forward. (hex with prev)
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
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Before,| and greet | his grace |(my lord)| we
come.
[Exeunt]