Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants. A charge sounded.
Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.
K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,
And both return back to their chairs again: 120
Withdraw with us; and let the trumpets sound
While we return these dukes what we decree.
A long flourish.
[To the Combatants.] Draw near,
And list what with our council we have done. 124
For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd
With that dear blood which it hath fostered;
And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect
Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' swords; 128
And for we think the eagle-winged pride
Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,
With rival-hating envy, set on you
To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle 132
Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;
Which so rous'd up with boist'rous untun'd drums,
With harsh-resounding trumpets' dreadful bray,
And grating shock of wrathful iron arms, 136
Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace
And make us wade even in our kindred's blood:
Therefore, we banish you our territories:
You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life, 140
Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields,
Shall not regreet our fair dominions,
118 warder: ceremonial baton
121 Withdraw; cf. n.
122 return: say in answer to
125 For that: in order that
127, 129 for: because
128 civil: received in civil war
131 set on you: set you on
134 Which; cf. n.
142 regreet: greet again
