Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · 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 · 486 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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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 (misordered) 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 should from the Court: Whereon this Hydra-Sonne 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 this Quarrel up, Whiles England shall have generation. You are too shallow (Hastings) Much too shallow, To sound the bottom of the aftertimes. Pleaseth your Grace, to answer them directly, How farforth 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 speed redressed: Upon my Life, 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. High 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 (miſ-order'd) doth in common ſence Crowd vs, and cruſh vs, to this monſtrous Forme, To hold our ſafetie vp. I ſent your Grace The parcels, and particulars of our Griefe, The which hath been with ſcorne ſhou'd from the Court: Whereon this Hydra-Sonne of Warre is borne, Whoſe dangerous eyes may well be charm'd aſleepe, With graunt of our moſt iuſt and right deſires; And true Obedience, of this Madneſſe cur'd, Stoope tamely to the foot of Maieſtie. If not, wee readie are to trye our fortunes, To the laſt man. And though wee here fall downe, Wee haue Supplyes, to ſecond our Attempt: If they miſ-carry, theirs ſhall ſecond them. And ſo, ſucceſſe of Miſchiefe ſhall be borne, And Heire from Heire ſhall hold this Quarrell vp, Whiles England ſhall haue generation. You are too ſhallow (Haſtings) Much too ſhallow, To ſound the bottome of the after-Times. Pleaſeth your Grace, to anſwere them directly, How farre-forth you doe like their Articles. I like them all, and doe allow them well: And ſweare here, by the honor of my blood, My Fathers purpoſes haue beene miſtooke, And ſome, about him, haue too lauiſhly Wreſted his meaning, and Authoritie. My Lord, theſe Griefes ſhall be with ſpeed redreſt: Vpon my Life, they ſhall. If this may pleaſe you, Diſcharge your Powers vnto their ſeuerall Counties, As wee will ours: and here, betweene the Armies, Let's drinke together friendly, and embrace, That all their eyes may beare 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 thereupon I drinke vnto your Grace. Goe Captaine, and deliuer to the Armie This newes of Peace: let them haue pay, and part: I know, it will well pleaſe them. High thee Captaine. To you▪ my Noble Lord of Weſtmerland. I pledge your Grace: And if you knew what paines I haue beſtow'd, To breede this preſent Peace, You would drinke freely: but my loue to ye, Shall ſhew it ſelfe more openly hereafter. I doe 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 ſodaine, ſomething ill. Againſt ill Chances, men are euer merry, But heauineſſe fore-runnes the good euent. Therefore be merry (Cooze) ſince ſodaine ſorrow Serues to ſay thus: ſome good thing comes to morrow. Beleeue me, I am paſſing light in ſpirit. So much the worſe, if your owne Rule be true. The word of Peace is render'd: hearke how they ſhowt. This had been chearefull, after Victorie. A Peace is of the nature of a Conqueſt: For then both parties nobly are ſubdu'd, And neither partie looſer.