Henry IV, Pt. 2
Act 4, Scene 2
Yorkshire. Another part of the Forest of Gaultree.
- Enter Prince John of Lancaster and his army.
Prince John of Lancaster2 - 31
- You are well encount’red 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, talking,
- Cheering a rout of rebels with your drum,
- Turning the word to sword and life to death.
- That man that sits within a monarch’s heart
- And ripens in the sunshine of his favor,
- Would he abuse the countenance of the King,
- Alack, what mischiefs might he set abroach
- In shadow of such greatness? With you, Lord Bishop,
- It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken
- How deep you were within the books of God?
- To us the speaker in his parliament,
- To us th’ imagin’d voice of God himself,
- The very opener and intelligencer
- Between the grace, the sanctities of heaven,
- And our dull workings? O, who shall believe
- But you misuse the reverence of your place,
- Employ the countenance and grace of heav’n,
- As a false favorite doth his prince’s name,
- In deeds dishonorable? You have ta’en up,
- Under the counterfeited zeal of God,
- The subjects of his substitute, my father,
- And both against the peace of heaven and him
- Have here upswarm’d them.
Archbishop of York32 - 44
- Good my Lord of Lancaster,
- I am not here against your father’s peace,
- But as I told my Lord of Westmorland,
- The time misord’red doth, in common sense,
- Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form
- To hold our safety up. 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,
- And true obedience, of this madness cured,
- Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
Lord Mowbray45 - 46
- If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
- To the last man.
Lord Hastings47 - 52
- And though we here fall down,
- We have supplies to second our attempt;
- If they miscarry, theirs shall second them,
- And so success of mischief shall be born,
- And heir from heir shall hold his quarrel up
- Whiles England shall have generation.
Prince John of Lancaster53 - 54
- You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow,
- To sound the bottom of the after-times.
Earl of Westmorland55 - 56
- Pleaseth your Grace to answer them directly
- How far forth you do like their articles.
Prince John of Lancaster57 - 68
- I like them all, and do allow them well,
- And swear here, by the honor of my blood,
- My father’s purposes have been mistook,
- And some about him have too lavishly
- Wrested his meaning and authority.
- My lord, these griefs shall be with speed redress’d,
- Upon my soul they shall. If this may please you,
- Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
- As we will ours, and here between the armies
- Let’s drink together friendly and embrace,
- That all their eyes may bear those tokens home
- Of our restored love and amity.
Archbishop of York69
- I take your princely word for these redresses.
Prince John of Lancaster70 - 71
- I give it you, and will maintain my word,
- And thereupon I drink unto your Grace.
Lord Hastings72 - 74
- Go, captain, 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.
Archbishop of York76
- To you, my noble Lord of Westmorland.
Earl of Westmorland77 - 80
- I pledge your Grace, and if you knew what pains
- I have bestowed to breed this present peace,
- You would drink freely. But my love to ye
- Shall show itself more openly hereafter.
Archbishop of York81
- I do not doubt you.
Earl of Westmorland82 - 83
- I am glad of it.
- Health to my lord, and gentle cousin, Mowbray.
Lord Mowbray84 - 85
- You wish me health in very happy season,
- For I am on the sudden something ill.
Archbishop of York86 - 87
- Against ill chances men are ever merry,
- But heaviness foreruns the good event.
Earl of Westmorland88 - 89
- Therefore be merry, coz, since sudden sorrow
- Serves to say thus, some good thing comes tomorrow.
Archbishop of York90
- Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.
- So much the worse, if your own rule be true.
- Shout within.
Prince John of Lancaster93
- The word of peace is rend’red. Hark how they shout!
- This had been cheerful after victory.
Archbishop of York95 - 97
- A peace is of the nature of a conquest,
- For then both parties nobly are subdued,
- And neither party loser.
Prince John of Lancaster98 - 103
- Go, my lord,
- And let our army be discharged too.
- Exit Westmorland.
- And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
- March by us, that we may peruse the men
- We should have cop’d withal.
Archbishop of York104 - 105
- Go, good Lord Hastings,
- And ere they be dismiss’d, let them march by.
- Exit Hastings.
- Enter Westmorland.
Prince John of Lancaster108 - 109
- I trust, lords, we shall lie tonight together.
- Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
Earl of Westmorland110 - 111
- The leaders, having charge from you to stand,
- Will not go off until they hear you speak.
Prince John of Lancaster112
- They know their duties.
- Enter Hastings.
Lord Hastings114 - 117
- 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 toward his home and sporting-place.
Earl of Westmorland118 - 121
- Good tidings, my Lord Hastings! For the which
- I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason,
- And you, Lord Archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,
- Of capital treason I attach you both.
- Is this proceeding just and honorable?
Earl of Westmorland123
- Is your assembly so?
Archbishop of York124
- Will you thus break your faith?
Prince John of Lancaster125 - 136
- I pawn’d thee none.
- I promis’d you redress of these same grievances
- Whereof you did complain, which, by mine honor,
- 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.
- Most shallowly did you these arms commence,
- Fondly brought here and foolishly sent hence.
- Strike up our drums, pursue the scatt’red stray;
- God, and not we, hath safely fought today.
- Some guard these traitors to the block of death,
- Treason’s true bed and yielder-up of breath.