Hast. Besides, the king hath wasted all his rods
On late offenders, that he now doth lack 216
The very instruments of chastisement;
So that his power, like to a fangless lion,
May offer, but not hold.
Arch.'Tis very true:
And therefore be assur'd, my good lord marshal, 220
If we do now make our atonement well,
Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
Grow stronger for the breaking.
Mowb.Be it so.
Here is return'd my Lord of Westmoreland. 224
Enter Westmoreland.
West. The prince is here at hand: pleaseth your lordship,
To meet his Grace just distance 'tween our armies?
Mowb. Your Grace of York, in God's name then, set forward.
Arch. Before, and greet his Grace: my lord, we come. 228
Scene Two
[The Same]
Enter Prince John of Lancaster and his army.
Lanc. You are well encounter'd here, my cousin Mowbray:
Good day to you, gentle lord archbishop;
And so to you, Lord Hastings, and to all.
My Lord of York, it better show'd with you. 4
When that your flock, assembled by the bell,
219 offer: attack
221 atonement: reconciliation
228 Before: go before me
Scene Two; cf. n.
