Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 489 words
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Good my Lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your father's peace, But as I told my lord of Westmoreland, The time misordred 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 shoved from the court, Whereon this Hydra, son of war is borne, Whose dangerous eyes may well be charmed asleep, With grant of our most just, and right desires, And true obedience of this madness cured, Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty. If not, we ready are to try our fortunes, To the last man. 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 borne, And heir from heir shall hold his quarrel up, Whiles England shall have generation. You are too shallow Hastings, much too shallow, To ●ound the bottom of the after times. Pleaseth your grace to answer them directly, How far forth you do like their articles. I like them all, and do allow them well, And swear here by the honour 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 s●●●ed redressed, 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. I take your princely word for these redresses, I give it you, and will maintain my word, And thereupon I drink unto your grace. 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. To you my noble lord of Westmoreland. 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. I do not doubt you. I am glad of it, Health to my Lord, and gentle cousin Mowbray. You wish me health in very happy season, For I am on the sudden something ill. Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness foreruns the good event. Therefore be merry cousin, since sudden sorrow Serves to say thus, some good thing comes to morrow. Believe me I am passing light in spirit. So much the worse if your own rule be true. The word of peace is rendered hark how they shout. This had been cheerful after victory. A peace is of the nature of a conquest, For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser.
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Good my Lord of Lancaster, I am not here against your fathers peace, But as I told my lord of Westmerland, The time misordred doth in common sense, Crowd vs and crush vs to this monstrous forme, To hold our safety vp: I sent your grace, The parcells and particulars of our griefe, The which hath beene with scorne shoued from the court, Whereon this Hidra, sonne of warre is borne, Whose dangerous eies may well be charmd asleepe, With graunt of our most iust, and right desires, And true obedience of this madnes cured, Stoope tamely to the foote of maiestie. If not, we ready are to trie our fortunes, To the last man. And though we here fal downe, We haue supplies to second our attempt, If they miscarry, theirs shal second them, And so successe of mischiefe shall be borne, And heire from heire shall hold his quarrell vp, Whiles England shall haue generation. You are too shallow Hastings, much too shallow, To ound the bottome of the after times. Pleaseth your grace to answere them directly, How far foth you do like their articles. I like them all, and do allow them well, And sweare here by the honour of my bloud, My fathers purposes haue beene mistooke, And some about him haue too lauishly, Wrested his meaning and authority. My Lord, these griefes shall be with sed redrest, Vppon my soule they shal, if this may please you, Discharge your powers vnto their seuerall counties, As we will ours, and here betweene the armies, Lets drinke together friendly and embrace, That all their eies may beae those tokens home, Of our restored loue and amitie. I take your princely word for these redresses, I giue it you, and will maintaine my word, And therevpon I drinke vnto your grace. Go Captaine, and deliuer to the armie This newes of peace, let them haue pay, and part. I know it will well please them, hie thee captaine. To you my noble lord of Westmerland. I pledge your grace, and if you knew what paines, I haue bestowed to breed this present peace, You would drinke freely, but my loue to ye Shall shew it selfe more openly hereafter. I do not doubt you. I am glad of it, Health to my Lord, and gentle cosin Mowbray. You wish me health in very happy season, For I am on the sodaine something ill. Against ill chaunces men are euer mery, But heauinesse fore-runnes the good euent. Therefore be mery coze, since sodaine sorrow Serues to say thus, some good thing comes to morow. Beleeue me I am passing light in spirit. So much the worse if your owne rule be true. The word of peace is rendred heark how they showt. This had bin cheerefull after victory. A peace is of the nature of a conquest, For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party looser.