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West. That argues but the shame of your of
A rotten case abides no handling.
Has. Hath the prince John a full commission,
To hear, and absolutely to determine
West. That is intended 1 in the general's name : I muse, you make so slight a question.
Arch. Then take, my lord of Westmoreland, this schedule;
For this contains our general grievances.
All members of our cause, both here and hence,
West. This will I show the general. Please you, lords,
In sight of both our battles we may meet;
Mow. There is a thing within my bosom tells
That no conditions of our peace can stand.
Has. 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.
Arch. No, no, my lord. Note this:—the king is
Of dainty and such picking grievances;
For he hath found,-to end one doubt by death,
That may repeat and history his loss
To new remembrance: for full well he knows,
His foes are so enrooted with his friends,
He doth unfasten so, and shake a friend :
Has. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods On late offenders, that he now doth lack
very instruments of chastisement:
So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
'Tis very true;
And therefore be assured, 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.
Be it so.
Here is return'd my lord of Westmoreland.
West. The prince is here at hand. Pleaseth your lordship,
To meet his grace just distance 'tween our armies? Mow. Your grace of York, in God's name then set forward.
Arch. Before, and greet his grace. My lord, we [Exeunt.
Another part of the forest.
Enter, from one side, MOWBRAY, THE ARCHBISHOP, HASTINGS, and others; from the other side, PRINCE JOHN OF LANCASTER, WESTMORELAND, Officers, and Attendants.
P. John. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray :
Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop ;-
It is even so. Who hath not heard it spoken,
Between the grace, the sanctities of Heaven,
The subjects of his substitute, my father;
And, both against the peace of Heaven and him,
Arch. Good my lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace: But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland, The time misorder'd doth, in common sense, 2 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 shoved from the
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;
Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.
Mow. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes To the last man.
And though we here fall down,
Labors of thought.
In the general sense of general danger.'--Johnson.