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Henry IV part two

Act IV, Scene 1

Yorkshire. Gaultree Forest.
 
[Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF YORK, MOWBRAY, LORD HASTINGS, and others]
 
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
        ,             ,         ,
      What is | this fo|rest called?  \\
 
HASTINGS
             ,         ,        ,      2         ,            ,
      'Tis Gaul|tree* Fo|rest, and | it shall please | your grace.
 
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
              ,          ,           ,        ,   2      ,
      Here* stand |(my lords)| and send | disco|verers forth,
           ,         ,        ,       ,     ,
      To know | the num|bers of | our e|nemies.
 
HASTINGS
        2       ,      ,       ,
      We have sent | forth al|ready.
 
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
                                        T    T    T
                                      'Tis well done.
            ,           ,          ,           ,         ,
      My friends | and bre|thren (in | these great | affairs)
          ,         ,            ,        ,         ,
      I must | acquaint | you, that | I have | received
       T    Tx   T         ,         ,       ,
      New-dated let|ters from | Northum|berland;
              ,        ,     ,           ,           ,
      Their cold | intent,| tenor,| and sub|stance thus.
        ,              ,         ,                ,     x
      Here doth | he wish | his per|son, with / such powers
           ,       ,   ,                    ,     ,
      As might | hold sor/tance with | his qua|lity,
            ,          ,          ,       ,     ,
      The which | he could | not le|vy: where|upon
       ,   2     ,           ,          ,        ,
      He is re|tired, to | ripe his | growing | fortunes,
           ,         ,          ,          ,        x
      To Scot|land; and | concludes | in hear|ty prayers,
        ,      2      ,         ,      ,         ,
      That your at|tempts may | over|live the | hazard,
            ,       ,        ,          ,     ,
      And fear|ful mee|ting of | their op|posite.
 
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 fo|rest, scarce|ly off | a mile,
           ,       ,           ,       ,    ,
      In good|ly form,| comes on | the e|nemy:
       ,    2         ,            ,         ,            ,
      And by the | ground they | hide, I | judge their | number
        ,         ,          ,         ,       ,       2->
      Upon,| or near,| the rate | of thir|ty thou||sand.
 
MOWBRAY
            ,        ,         ,         ,          ,
      The just | propor|tion that | we gave | them out.
       ,             ,         ,          ,         ,
      Let us | sway^on,| and face | them in | the field.
 
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
             ,       ,       ,         ,          ,
      What well-|appoin|ted lea|der fronts | us here?
 
[Enter WESTMORELAND]
 
MOWBRAY
          ,         ,        ,         ,    ,
      I think | it is | my Lord | of West|moreland.
 
WESTMORELAND
         ,            ,    ,                   ,    ,
      Health, and | fair gree/ting from | our ge|neral,
             ,            ,          ,        ,      ,
      The prince,| Lord John,| and Duke | of Lan|caster.
 
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
           ,        ,         ,    ,             ,
      Say on |(my Lord | of West|moreland)| in peace:
             ,         ,          ,
      What doth | concern | your co|ming?
 
WESTMORELAND
                                           ,         ,
                                         Then |(my lord)
       ,            ,        ,        ,         ,
      Unto | your grace | do I | in chief | address
           ,          ,         ,      ,     2    ,
      The sub|stance of | my speech.| If that re|bellion
        T    T   .  T         ,         ,        ,
      Came like itself,| in base | and ab|ject^routs,
           ,        ,       ,       ,              ,
      Led^on | by bloo|dy youth,| guarded | with rage,
            ,       ,          ,         ,     ,
      And coun|tenanced | by boys,| and beg|gary:
         ,          ,         ,       ,       ,
      I say,| if damned | commo|tion so | appear,
                 ,    ,               ,   ,        ,
      In his / true, na|tive, and / most pro|per shape,
       ,    ,           ,          2       ,       ,
      You (re/verend | father,| and these no|ble lords)
           ,           ,         ,          ,      ,
      Had not | been here,| to dress | the ug|ly form
           ,          ,      ,     ,
      Of base,| and bloo|dy in|surrec|tion,
      <-  ,            ,     ,        T     T    T   ,
        With || your fair | honors.| You, lord arch|bishop,
             ,        ,      ,       ,            ,
      Whose see | is by | a ci|vil peace | maintained,
              ,          ,        ,         ,             ,
      Whose^beard,| the sil|ver hand | of peace | hath touched,
              ,      2      ,     ,          ,           ,
      Whose^lear|ning and good | letters | peace hath | tutored,
              ,         ,         ,       ,     ,
      Whose^white | invest|ments fig|ure in|nocence,
            ,         ,      ,         x          ,
      The dove | and ve|ry bles|sed spirit | of peace.
        ,      2      ,        T    T   T           ,
      Wherefore do | you so | ill translate | yourself,
       ,    2         ,          ,             T     T    T
      Out of the | speech of | peace, that | bears such grace,
       ,           ,          ,     2       ,         ,
      Into | the harsh | and boi|sterous tongue | of war?
       ,               ,           ,           ,         ,
      Turning | your books | to graves,| your ink | to blood,
             ,        ,        ,            ,         ,
      Your pens | to lan|ces, and | your tongue | divine
               ,    ,        ,        ,         ,
      To a / loud trum|pet, and | a point | of war.
 
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
        ,          ,       ,              ,          ,
      Wherefore | do I | this? So | the ques|tion stands.
        ,                  ,    ,        ,         ,
      Briefly | to this / end: we | are all | diseased,
            ,         ,       ,         ,        ,
      And with | our sur|feiting | and wan|ton hours,
              ,           ,       ,  2     ,         ,
      Have brought | ourselves | into a | burning | fever,
           ,          ,          ,        ,         ,
      And we | must bleed | for it:| of which | disease,
            ,          ,         ,    2   ,         ,
      Our late | king Ri|chard (be|ing infec|ted) died.
       ,              ,       ,         ,    ,
      But (my | most^no|ble Lord | of West|moreland)
          ,     ,            ,     ,  2     ,
      I take | not on | me here | as a phy|sician,
           ,       ,      ,    ,        ,
      Nor do | I, as | an e|nemy | to peace,
        ,               ,          ,    ,     ,
      Troop in | the throngs | of mi|lita|ry men:
           ,        ,       ,            ,       ,
      But ra|ther show | awhile | like^fear|ful war,
           x      T    T     T        ,      ,
      To diet | rank minds sick | of hap|piness
            ,        2    ,           ,        ,         ,
      And purge | the obstruc|tions which | begin | to stop
           ,      ,          ,      ,    2         ,
      Our ve|ry veins | of life:| hear me more*| plainly.
          ,       ,       ,         ,        ,
      I have | in e|qual ba|lance just|ly weighed,
              ,           ,         ,           ,           x
      What wrongs | our arms | may do,| what wrongs | we suffer,
            ,           ,      ,  2       ,     2    ,
      And find | our griefs | heavier | than our of|fenses.
          ,           ,           ,          ,          ,
      We see | which way | the stream | of time | doth run,
       ,             ,                  ,   ,       ,
      And are | enforced | from our / most qui|et there,
                 ,    ,        ,      ,       o
      By the / rough tor|rent of | occa|sion.
            ,         ,     ,       ,           ,
      And have | the sum|mary | of all | our griefs,
              ,            ,          ,        ,     ,
      (When time | shall serve)| to show | in ar|ticles;
              ,          ,        ,        ,         ,
      Which long | ere this,| we of|fered to | the king,
            ,      T  T   T      ,        ,  2
      And might,| by no suit,| gain our^|audience:
        ,              ,            ,         ,           ,
      When we | are wronged | and would | unfold | our griefs,
       ,           ,     ,        ,  2       ,
      We are | denied | access | unto his | person,
        x              ,           ,           ,         ,
      Even by | those men | that most | have done | us wrong.
           ,        ,         ,         ,       ,
      The dan|gers of | the days | but new|ly gone,
             ,    ,        ,       ,         ,
      Whose^me|mory | is writ|ten on | the earth
            ,       ,         ,      ,     2    ,
      With yet | appea|ring blood,| and the ex|amples
          ,      ,         ,          ,        ,
      Of ev|ery mi|nute's in|stance (pre|sent now)
            ,        ,          ,      ,         ,
      Hath put | us in | these ill-|besee|ming arms:
       T   .   T     T        ,       ,         ,
      Not to break peace,| or a|ny branch | of it,
       ,          ,         ,        ,         ,
      But to | esta|blish here | a peace | indeed,
          ,         ,         ,         ,     ,
      Concur|ring both | in name | and qua|lity.
 
WESTMORELAND
           ,      ,          ,        ,        ,
      When e|ver yet | was your | appeal | denied?
            ,         ,          ,       ,         ,
      Wherein | have you | been gal|led by | the king?
             ,           ,         ,          ,         ,
      What peer | hath been | suborned | to grate | on you,
            ,             ,          ,         ,       ,
      That you | should seal | this law|less bloo|dy book
            ,        ,          ,        ,        ,
      Of forged | rebel|lion, with | a seal | divine,
           ,      ,         ,         ,        ,
      And con|secrate | commo|tion's bit|ter edge?
 
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
          ,        ,    ,         ,        ,
      My bro|ther ge|neral,| the com|monwealth,
          ,         ,          ,     ,   ,
      To bro|ther born | and house|hold cru/elty,
          ,         ,       ,       ,    ,
      I make | my quar|rel in | parti|cular.
 
WESTMORELAND
                  ,   ,       ,      ,        ,
      There is / no need | of a|ny 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 brui|ses of | the days | before,
           ,       ,        ,       ,           ,
      And suf|fer the | condi|tion of | these times
          ,       ,            ,,        ,
      To lay | a hea|vy and / une|qual hand
        ,         ,
      Upon | our ho|nors?
 
WESTMORELAND
                          ,     2        ,     ,
                          O | my good* Lord | Mowbray*,
           ,           ,          ,        ,      ,
      Construe | the times | to their | neces|sities,
           ,           ,        ,        ,         ,
      And you | shall say |(indeed)| it is | the time,
           ,          ,           ,         ,     ,
      And not | the king,| that doth | you in|juries.
       ,          T    T    T      2    ,         ,
      Yet for | your part, it | not appears | to me,
       ,           2      ,        ,        ,         ,
      Either | from the king,| or in | the pre|sent time,
            ,             ,         ,       ,       ,
      That you | should have | an inch | of a|ny ground
           ,         ,           ,         ,         ,
      To build | a grief | on: were | you not | restored
          ,          ,        ,          ,      ,
      To all | the Duke | of Nor|folk's sig|nories,
            ,              ,     ,       ,         ,         2->
      Your no|ble, and / right well | remem|bered fa||ther's?
 
MOWBRAY
             ,         ,       ,        ,        ,
      What thing,| in ho|nor, had | my fa|ther lost,
             ,        ,       ,             ,          ,
      That need | to be | revived | and breathed | in me?
            ,           ,      ,     2        T     T     T
      The king | that loved | him, as the | state stood then,
            ,          ,           ,         ,       ,
      Was force | perforce | compelled | to ba|nish him:
            ,          ,      ,       ,          ,
      And then,| that Hen|ry Bo|lingbroke | and he
        2     ,               ,   ,       ,           ,
      Being moun|ted, and / both rou|sed in | their seats,
              ,         ,        ,       ,         ,
      Their neigh|ing cour|sers dar|ing of | the spur,
             ,        ,           ,            ,         ,
      Their ar|med staves | in charge,| their bea|vers down,
              ,         ,      ,                   ,          ,
      Their eyes | of fire,| sparking | through sights | of steel,
         2      ,      ,        ,          ,      ,
      And the loud | trumpet | blowing | them to|gether:
        T     T     T         2     ,         ,             ,
      Then, then, when | there was no|thing could | have stayed
          ,        ,           ,         ,       ,
      My fa|ther from | the breast | of Bo|lingbroke;
          ,          ,          ,          ,        ,
      O when | the king | did throw | his war|der down,
            ,      T    T  . T          ,          ,
      (His own | life hung upon | the staff | he threw)
             ,          ,         ,         ,            ,
      Then threw | he down | himself,| and all | their lives,
        ,           ,         ,         ,         ,
      That by | indict|ment, and | by dint | of sword,
             ,         ,        ,      ,       ,
      Have since | miscar|ried un|der Bo|lingbroke.
 
WESTMORELAND
            ,           ,         ,          ,          ,
      You speak |(Lord^Mow|bray) now | you know | not what.
            ,         ,        ,       ,       ,
      The Earl | of Here|ford was | repu|ted then
          ,               ,   ,   2    ,      ,
      In Eng|land the / most va|liant gen|tleman.
            ,          ,     ,                ,            ,
      Who knows,| on whom | fortune | would then | have smiled?
           ,         ,       ,          ,        ,
      But if | your fa|ther had | been vic|tor there,
           ,          ,         ,        ,     ,
      He nere | had borne | it out | of Co|ventry.
           ,          ,        ,      ,   2     ,
      For all | the coun|try, in | a ge|neral voice,
        T     T  .  Tx           ,             x            ,
      Cried hate upon him:| and all | their prayers,| and love,  ??
            ,         ,          ,          ,      ,
      Were set | on Here|ford, whom | they do|ted on,
             ,             ,          ,      ,               ,
      And blessed,| and graced,| and did | more than | the king.
            ,         ,        ,         ,        ,        ->
      But this | is mere | digres|sion from | my pur||pose.
        ,         ,       2       ,       ,    ,
      Here | come I | from our prince|ly ge|neral,
           ,            ,          ,           ,          ,
      To know | your griefs;| to tell | you, from | his grace,
            ,          ,         ,     ,          ,      ->
      That he | will give | you au|dience;| and where||in
       ,        2    ,           ,        ,           ,
      It | shall appear,| that your | demands | are just,
       ,             ,           ,       ,          ,
      You shall | enjoy | them, ev|ery thing | set off,
             ,          ,         ,         ,     ,
      That might | so much | as think | you e|nemies.
 
MOWBRAY
           ,           ,         ,       ,          ,     ->
      But he | hath forced | us to | compel | this of||fer,
       ,      2     ,           ,    ,         ,
      And | it proceeds | from po|licy,| not love.
 
WESTMORELAND
       ,            ,      ,         ,        ,
      Mowbray,| you o|verween | to take | it so:
            ,       ,           ,       ,           ,
      This of|fer comes | from mer|cy, not | from fear.
           ,       ,       ,         ,      ,
      For lo,| within | a ken | our ar|my lies,
        ,          ,       ,         ,      ,
      Upon | mine ho|nor, all | too con|fident
           ,       ,         ,        ,           ,
      To give | admit|tance to | a thought | of fear.
           ,             ,    ,         ,            ,
      Our bat|tle is / more full | of names | than yours,
           ,          ,        ,        ,         ,
      Our men | more per|fect in | the use | of arms,
           ,      ,          ,           ,           ,
      Our ar|mor all | as strong,| our cause | the best;
            ,        ,          ,             ,        ,
      Then rea|son will,| our heart | should be | as good.
           ,          ,         ,      ,         ,
      Say you | not then,| our of|fer is | compelled.
 
MOWBRAY
        ,             ,     ,      2    ,        ,
      Well, by | my will,| we shall ad|mit no | parley.
 
WESTMORELAND
            ,       ,          ,          ,        ,
      That ar|gues but | the shame | of your | offense:
         ,        ,       ,         ,     ,
      A rot|ten case | abides | no han|dling.
 
HASTINGS
        ,           T     T  .   T        ,
      Hath the | Prince John a full | commis|sion,
      <- ,     ,      ,       ,        ,        ,
        In || very | ample | virtue | of his | father,
           ,         ,     ,      ,      ,       2->
      To hear,| and ab|solute|ly to | deter||mine
           ,        ,        ,           ,       ,
      Of what | condi|tions we | shall stand | upon?
 
WESTMORELAND
        ,          ,       ,        ,   2       ,
      That is | inten|ded in | the ge|neral's name:
          ,          ,          ,         ,
      I muse | you make | so slight | a ques|tion.
 
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
      <-  ,       ,          ,         ,   ,                  ,
        Then || take (my | Lord of | Westmore/land) this | schedule,
            ,         ,          ,   2     ,      ,
      For this | contains | our ge|neral grie|vances:
            ,   2    ,    ,         ,        ,
      Each se|veral ar|ticle | herein | redressed,
           ,        ,         ,            ,          ,
      All mem|bers of | our cause,| both here,| and hence,
            ,       ,        ,         ,      o
      That are | insin|ewed to | this ac|tion,
          ,       ,       ,         ,         ,
      Acquit|ted by | a true | substan|tial form
           ,        ,   ,       ,         ,
      And pre|sent ex|ecu|tion of | our wills,
          ,        ,        ,     ,         ,
      To us,| and to | our pur|poses | confined,
           ,        ,         ,       ,        ,
      We come | within | our aw|ful banks | again,
            ,         ,       ,        ,         ,
      And knit | our pow|ers to | the arm | of peace.
 
WESTMORELAND
        ,             ,         ,   2       ,           ,
      This will | I show | the ge|neral. Please | you lords,
           ,          ,         ,         ,         ,
      In sight | of both | our bat|tles, we | may meet
          ,       ,         ,              x          ,
      At ei|ther end | in peace:| which heaven | so frame,
       ,            ,         ,     2      ,          ,
      Or to | the place | of dif|ference call | the swords
              ,        ,      2
      Which must | decide | it.
 
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
                                     ,               ,  ,
                                My lord,| we will / do so.
 
[Exit WESTMORELAND]
 
MOWBRAY
        ,     2      ,         ,       ,        ,
      There is a | thing with|in my | bosom | tells me,
            ,       ,        ,         ,           ,
      That no | condi|tions of | our peace | can stand.
 
HASTINGS
        ,         ,              ,         ,          ,
      Fear you | not, that | if we | can make | our peace
        ,           ,       ,              ,     ,
      Upon | such large | terms, and | so ab|solute,
          ,        ,         ,          ,      ,
      As our | condi|tions shall | consist | upon,
            ,             ,          ,         ,      ,        ->
      Our peace | shall stand | as firm | as rock|y moun||tains.
 
MOWBRAY
       ,        2     ,   ,        ,          ,
      Aye,|| but our val|ua|tion shall | be such,
            ,       ,            ,       ,       ,
      That ev|ery slight,| and false-|deri|ved cause,
       ,          ,        ,         ,       ,      ->
      Yea, ev|ery i|dle, nice,| and wan|ton rea||son,
        ,                ,     ,          ,     ,
      Shall,| to the / king, taste | of this | action:
        ,              ,        ,      ,             ,
      That were | our roy|al faiths | martyrs | in love,
       ,             ,                ,   ,         ,
      We shall | be win|nowed with / so rough | a wind,
           ,    2      ,            ,         ,          ,
      That e|ven our corn | shall seem | as light | as chaff,
            ,          ,          ,       ,
      And good | from bad | find no | parti|tion.
 
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
      <- ,     ,         T     T    T          ,        ,     2->
        No,|| no (my | lord) note this:| the king | is wea||ry
           ,              ,    ,        ,      ,
      Of dain|ty, and / such pick|ing grie|vances:
       ,    2         ,         T   T    T          ,
      For he hath | found to | end one doubt | by death
          ,      ,    ,                 ,          ,
      Revives | two grea/ter in | the heirs | of life.
            ,          ,         ,         ,        ,
      And there|fore will | he wipe | his ta|bles clean,
            ,         ,     ,            ,    ,
      And keep | no tell-|tale to | his me|mory,
            ,        ,         ,     ,         ,
      That may | repeat,| and his|tory | his loss,
          ,       ,                  ,    ,         ,
      To new | remem|brance. For / full well | he knows,
          ,       ,        ,       ,           ,
      He can|not so | precise|ly weed | this land,
                ,    ,          ,       ,       o
      As his / misdoubts | present | occa|sion:
            ,         ,      ,        ,           ,
      His foes | are so | enroo|ted with | his friends,
             ,             , ,       ,    ,
      That pluc|king to / unfix | an e|nemy,
           ,       ,       ,         ,          ,
      He doth | unfas|ten so,| and shake | a friend.
           ,           ,      ,          ,         ,
      So that | this land,| like an | offen|sive wife,
             ,        ,          ,       ,        ,
      That hath | enraged | him on,| to of|fer strokes,
       ,           ,          ,          ,       ,
      As he | is stri|king, holds | his in|fant up,
            ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
      And hangs | resolved | correc|tion in | the arm
            ,         ,         ,   ,      o
      That was | upreared | to ex|ecu|tion.
 
HASTINGS
          ,           ,          ,       ,          ,
      Besides,| the king | hath was|ted all | his rods,
           ,       ,          ,        ,           ,
      On late | offen|ders, that | he now | doth lack
           ,     ,       ,          ,    ,
      The ve|ry in|struments | of chas|tisement:
       ,              x       ,    2      ,         ,
      So that | his power,| like to a | fangless | lion
           ,             ,    ,
      May of|fer, but / not hold.
 
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
                                       ,      ,
                                 'Tis ve|ry true:
            ,     ,    2     ,           ,          ,
      And there|fore be as|sured (my | good lord | marshal)
          ,       ,      ,           ,         ,
      If we | do now | make our | atone|ment well,
            ,             ,       ,        ,      ,     ->
      Our peace,| will (like | a bro|ken limb | uni||ted)
        ,      ,         ,          ,
      Grow | stronger,| for the | breaking.
 
MOWBRAY
                                             2    ,
                                           Be it so.
        ,            ,          ,         ,    ,
      Here is | returned | my Lord | of West|moreland.
 
[Re-enter WESTMORELAND]
 
WESTMORELAND
             ,          ,         ,      ,               ,       2->
      The prince | is here | at hand:| pleaseth | your lord||ship
           ,          ,           ,       2    ,          ,       2->
      To meet | his grace,| just^dis|tance between | our ar||mies?
 
MOWBRAY
             ,          ,          x         ,              ,       2->
      Your grace | of York,| in heaven's | name then,| set for||ward.
 
ARCHBISHOP OF YORK
          ,          ,           ,          ,         ,
      Before,| and greet | his grace |(my lord)| we come.
 
[Exeunt]

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