West. I am glad of it.
Health to my Lord, and gentle Cousin Mowbray
Mow. You wish me health in very happy season,
For I am, on the sodaine, something ill
Bish. Against ill Chances, men are euer merry,
But heauinesse fore-runnes the good euent
West. Therefore be merry (Cooze) since sodaine sorrow
Serues to say thus: some good thing comes to morrow
Bish. Beleeue me, I am passing light in spirit
Mow. So much the worse, if your owne Rule be true
Iohn. The word of Peace is render'd: hearke how they showt
Mow. This had been chearefull, after Victorie
Bish. A Peace is of the nature of a Conquest:
For then both parties nobly are subdu'd,
And neither partie looser
Iohn. Goe (my Lord)
And let our Army be discharged too:
And good my Lord (so please you) let our Traines
March by vs, that wee may peruse the men
Enter.