MOWBRAY.
This had been cheerful after victory.
ARCHBISHOP.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdued,
And neither party loser.
LANCASTER.
Go, my lord.
And let our army be discharged too.
[Exit Westmoreland.]
And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains
March by us, that we may peruse the men
We should have coped withal.
ARCHBISHOP.
Go, good Lord Hastings,
And, ere they be dismiss’d, let them march by.
[Exit Hastings.]
LANCASTER.
I trust, lords, we shall lie tonight together.
Enter Westmoreland.
Now, cousin, wherefore stands our army still?