Had not they two bin foes, you had bin friends, 145
And we had bin at home, and this same war
In peacefull sleep had nere bin dreamt upon.—
Mother, and mistresse Goursey, to make them friends,
Is to be friends your selves: you are the cause,
And these effects proceed, you know, from you; 150
Your hates give life unto these killing strifes,
But dye and if that envy dye in you.—
[The fathers make as if to renew the combat.]
Fathers, yet stay.—O, speake!—O, stay a while!—[They desist.]