Will you thus break your faith?

Go, good Lord Hastings,
And, ere they be dismissed, let them march by.

A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
And neither party loser.

Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.

Against ill chances men are ever merry;
But heaviness foreruns the good event.

I do not doubt you.

To you, my noble Lord of Westmoreland.

I take your princely word for these redresses.

Good my Lord of Lancaster,
I am not here against your father's peace;
But, as I told my lord of Westmoreland,
The time misorder'd doth, in common sense,
Crowd us and crush us to this monstrous form,
To hold our safety up. I sent your grace
The parcels ...

Before, and greet his grace: my lord, we come.

'Tis very true:
And therefore be assured, my good lord marshal,
If we do now make our atonement well,
Our peace will, like a broken limb united,
Grow stronger for the breaking.

No, no, my lord. Note this; the king is weary
Of dainty and such picking grievances:
For he hath found to end one doubt by death
Revives two greater in the heirs of life,
And therefore will he wipe his tables clean
And keep no tell-tale to his memory
That ...

My lord, we will do so.

Then take, my Lord of Westmoreland, this schedule,
For this contains our general grievances:
Each several article herein redress'd,
All members of our cause, both here and hence,
That are insinew'd to this action,
Acquitted by a true substantial form
And present execution of our wills
To us ...

My brother general, the commonwealth,
To brother born an household cruelty,
I make my quarrel in particular.

Wherefore do I this? so the question stands.
Briefly to this end: we are all diseased,
And with our surfeiting and wanton hours
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever,
And we must bleed for it; of which disease
Our late king, Richard, being infected, died.
But, my most noble ...

Say on, my Lord of Westmoreland, in peace:
What doth concern your coming?

What well-appointed leader fronts us here?

'Tis well done.
My friends and brethren in these great affairs,
I must acquaint you that I have received
New-dated letters from Northumberland;
Their cold intent, tenor and substance, thus:
Here doth he wish his person, with such powers
As might hold sortance with his quality,
The which he could ...

Here stand, my lords; and send discoverers forth
To know the numbers of our enemies.

What is this forest call'd?

Let us on,
And publish the occasion of our arms.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;
Their over-greedy love hath surfeited:
An habitation giddy and unsure
Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
O thou fond many, with what loud applause
Didst thou beat heaven with blessing ...

That he should draw his several strengths together
And come against us in full puissance,
Need not be dreaded.

'Tis very true, Lord Bardolph; for indeed
It was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury.

Thus have you heard our cause and known our means;
And, my most noble friends, I pray you all,
Speak plainly your opinions of our hopes:
And first, lord marshal, what say you to it?