Page 1070 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
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MOWBRAY
Thus do the hopes we have in him touch ground
And dash themselves to pieces.
Enter a Messenger.
HASTINGS
Now, what news?
MESSENGER
West of this forest, scarcely off a mile,
In goodly form comes on the enemy, [20]
And, by the ground they hide, I judge their number
Upon or near the rate of thirty thousand.
MOWBRAY
The just proportion that we gave them out.
Let us sway on and face them in the field.
ARCHBISHOP
What well-appointed leader fronts us here? [25]
Enter Westmoreland.
MOWBRAY
I think it is my Lord of Westmoreland.
WESTMORELAND
Health and fair greeting from our general,
The prince, Lord John and Duke of Lancaster.
ARCHBISHOP
Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace.
What doth concern your coming?
WESTMORELAND
Then, my lord, [30]
