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Whereon this Hydra son of war is born,
Whose dangerous eyes may well be charmed asleep
With grant of our most just and right desires, [40]
And true obedience, of this madness cured,

Stoop tamely to the foot of majesty.

MOWBRAY
If not, we ready are to try our fortunes
To the last man.

HASTINGS
And though we here fall down,
We have supplies to second our attempt. [45]

If they miscarry, theirs shall second them,
And so success of mischief shall be born
And heir from heir shall hold his quarrel up
Whiles England shall have generation.

LANCASTER
You are too shallow, Hastings, much too shallow, [50]

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, [55]
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 soul, they shall. If this may please you, [60]
Discharge your powers unto their several counties,
As we will well ours. And here between the armies

Let’s drink together friendly and embrace,