HASTINGS. 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 this quarrel up Whiles England shall have generation. LANCASTER. You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow, To sound the bottom of the after-times. WESTMORELAND. Pleaseth your Grace to answer them directly How far forth you do like their articles. LANCASTER. 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 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. I take your princely word for these redresses. LANCASTER. I give it you, and will maintain my word; And thereupon I drink unto your Grace. HASTINGS. Go, captain, and deliver to the army This news of peace. Let them have pay, and part. I know it will please them. Hie thee, captain. [_Exit Officer._] ARCHBISHOP. To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland. WESTMORELAND. I pledge your Grace; and if you knew what pains I have bestow’d to breed this present peace, You would drink freely; but my love to ye Shall show itself more openly hereafter. ARCHBISHOP. I do not doubt you. WESTMORELAND. I am glad of it. Health to my lord and gentle cousin, Mowbray. MOWBRAY. You wish me health in very happy season, For I am on the sudden something ill. ARCHBISHOP. Against ill chances men are ever merry, But heaviness foreruns the good event. WESTMORELAND. Therefore be merry, coz, since sudden sorrow Serves to say thus, “Some good thing comes tomorrow.” ARCHBISHOP. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit. MOWBRAY. So much the worse, if your own rule be true. [_Shouts within._] LANCASTER. The word of peace is render’d. Hark how they shout! MOWBRAY. This had been cheerful after victory. ARCHBISHOP. A peace is of the nature of a conquest; For then both parties nobly are subdued, And neither party loser. LANCASTER. Go, my lord. And let our army be discharged too. [_Exit Westmoreland._] And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains March by us, that we may peruse the men We should have coped withal. ARCHBISHOP. Go, good Lord Hastings, And, ere they be dismiss’d, let them march by. [_Exit Hastings._] LANCASTER. I trust, lords, we shall lie tonight together. Enter Westmoreland. Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still? WESTMORELAND. The leaders, having charge from you to stand, Will not go off until they hear you speak. LANCASTER. They know their duties. Enter Hastings.