Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdu'd,
And neither party loser.
Lanc.Go, my lord,
And let our army be discharged too. 92
And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
March by us, that we may peruse the men
We should have cop'd withal.
Arch. Go, good Lord Hastings, 96
And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by.
Lanc. I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.
Enter Westmoreland.
Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?
West. The leaders, having charge from you to stand, 100
Will not go off until they hear you speak.
Lanc. They know their duties.
Enter Hastings.
Hast. My lord, our army is dispers'd already:
Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses 104
East, west, north, south; or, like a school broke up,
Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place.
West. Good tidings, my Lord Hastings; for the which
I do arrest thee, traitor, of high treason: 108
And you, lord archbishop, and you, Lord Mowbray,
Of capital treason I attach you both.
Mowb. Is this proceeding just and honourable?
West. Is your assembly so? 112
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