Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act 4, Scene 1
Yorkshire. Within the Forest of Gaultree.
- Enter the Archbishop of York, Mowbray, Lord Bardolph,
- Hastings, and others, within the forest of Gaultree.
Archbishop of York3
- What is this forest call’d?
- ’Tis Gaultree forest, and’t shall please your Grace.
Archbishop of York5 - 6
- Here stand, my lords, and send discoverers forth
- To know the numbers of our enemies.
- We have sent forth already.
Archbishop of York8 - 19
- ’Tis well done.
- 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, tenure, 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.
Lord Mowbray20 - 21
- Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground
- And dash themselves to pieces.
- Enter Messenger.
- Now, what news?
Messenger24 - 27
- 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.
Lord Mowbray28 - 29
- The just proportion that we gave them out.
- Let us sway on and face them in the field.
Archbishop of York30
- What well-appointed leader fronts us here?
- Enter Westmorland.
- I think it is my Lord of Westmorland.
Earl of Westmorland33 - 34
- Health and fair greeting from our general,
- The Prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.
Archbishop of York35 - 36
- Say on, my Lord of Westmorland, in peace,
- What doth concern your coming.
Earl of Westmorland37 - 59
- 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 rage,
- And countenanc’d 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 honors. You, Lord Archbishop,
- Whose see is by a civil peace maintain’d,
- 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 yourself
- Out of the speech of peace that bears such grace,
- Into the harsh and boist’rous tongue of war?
- Turning your books to graves, your ink to blood,
- Your pens to lances, and your tongue divine
- To a loud trumpet and a point of war?
Archbishop of York60 - 94
- Wherefore do I this? So the question stands.
- Briefly, to this end: we are all diseas’d,
- 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 Westmorland,
- 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 a while like fearful war
- To diet rank minds sick of happiness,
- And purge th’ 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 offenses.
- We see which way the stream of time doth run,
- And are enforc’d 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.
Earl of Westmorland95 - 99
- 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 forg’d rebellion with a seal divine.
Archbishop of York100 - 101
- My brother general, the commonwealth,
- I make my quarrel in particular.
Earl of Westmorland102 - 103
- There is no need of any such redress,
- Or if there were, it not belongs to you.
Lord Mowbray104 - 108
- 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 honors?
Earl of Westmorland109 - 118
- 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 restor’d
- To all the Duke of Norfolk’s signories,
- Your noble and right well-rememb’red father’s?
Lord Mowbray119 - 135
- What thing, in honor, had my father lost,
- That need to be reviv’d and breath’d in me?
- The King that lov’d him, as the state stood then,
- Was force perforce compell’d to banish him;
- And then that Henry Bullingbrook 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 sparkling 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 Bullingbrook,
- 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 Bullingbrook.
Earl of Westmorland136 - 152
- You speak, Lord Mowbray, now you know not what.
- The Earl of Herford was reputed then
- In England the most valiant gentleman.
- Who knows on whom fortune would then have smil’d?
- 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 Herford, whom they doted on
- And bless’d and grac’d and did, 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.
Lord Mowbray153 - 154
- But he hath forc’d us to compel this offer,
- And it proceeds from policy, not love.
Earl of Westmorland155 - 164
- 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 honor, 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 armor all as strong, our cause the best;
- Then reason will our hearts should be as good.
- Say you not then our offer is compell’d.
- Well, by my will we shall admit no parley.
Earl of Westmorland166 - 167
- That argues but the shame of your offense:
- A rotten case abides no handling.
Lord Hastings168 - 171
- 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?
Earl of Westmorland172 - 173
- That is intended in the general’s name.
- I muse you make so slight a question.
Archbishop of York174 - 183
- Then take, my Lord of Westmorland, 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 ensinewed to this action
- Acquitted by a true substantial form
- And present execution of our wills—
- To us and to our purposes confin’d
- We come within our awful banks again,
- And knit our powers to the arm of peace.
Earl of Westmorland184 - 188
- 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 diff’rence call the swords
- Which must decide it.
Archbishop of York189
- My lord, we will do so.
- Exit Westmorland.
Lord Mowbray191 - 192
- There is a thing within my bosom tells me
- That no conditions of our peace can stand.
Lord Hastings193 - 196
- 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.
Lord Mowbray197 - 204
- 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 York205 - 222
- 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 enrag’d him on to offer strokes,
- As he is striking, holds his infant up
- And hangs resolv’d correction in the arm
- That was uprear’d to execution.
Lord Hastings223 - 227
- 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 York228 - 232
- ’Tis very true,
- 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.
Lord Mowbray233 - 234
- Be it so.
- Here is return’d my Lord of Westmorland.
- Enter Westmorland.
Earl of Westmorland236 - 237
- The Prince is here at hand. Pleaseth your lordship
- To meet his Grace just distance ’tween our armies.
- Your Grace of York, in God’s name then set forward.
Archbishop of York239
- Before, and greet his Grace.—My lord, we come.
- They march about the stage and then move forward to meet
- Prince John.