Iohn. 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 Bish. I take your Princely word, for these redresses Iohn. I giue it you, and will maintaine my word: And thereupon I drinke vnto your Grace Hast. 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. Enter. Bish. To you, my Noble Lord of Westmerland West. 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 Bish. I doe not doubt you West. I am glad of it. Health to my Lord, and gentle Cousin Mowbray Mow. You wish me health in very happy season, For I am, on the sodaine, something ill Bish. Against ill Chances, men are euer merry, But heauinesse fore-runnes the good euent West. Therefore be merry (Cooze) since sodaine sorrow Serues to say thus: some good thing comes to morrow Bish. Beleeue me, I am passing light in spirit Mow. So much the worse, if your owne Rule be true Iohn. The word of Peace is render'd: hearke how they showt Mow. This had been chearefull, after Victorie Bish. A Peace is of the nature of a Conquest: For then both parties nobly are subdu'd, And neither partie looser Iohn. Goe (my Lord) And let our Army be discharged too: And good my Lord (so please you) let our Traines March by vs, that wee may peruse the men Enter. Wee should haue coap'd withall Bish. Goe, good Lord Hastings: And ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by. Enter. Iohn. I trust (Lords) wee shall lye to night together. Enter Westmerland. Now Cousin, wherefore stands our Army still? West. The Leaders hauing charge from you to stand, Will not goe off, vntill they heare you speake Iohn. They know their duties. Enter Hastings. Hast. Our Army is dispers'd: Like youthfull Steeres, vnyoak'd, they tooke their course East, West, North, South: or like a Schoole, broke vp, Each hurryes towards his home, and sporting place West. Good tidings (my Lord Hastings) for the which, I doe arrest thee (Traytor) of high Treason: And you Lord Arch-bishop, and you Lord Mowbray, Of Capitall Treason, I attach you both