Arch. Believe me, I am passing light in spirit.85
Mowb. So much the worse, if your own rule be true.
[Shouts within.[4090]
Lan. The word of peace is render'd: hark, how they shout![4091]
Mowb. This had been cheerful after victory.
Arch. A peace is of the nature of a conquest;
For then both parties nobly are subdued,90
And neither party loser.
Lan. Go, my lord,
And let our army be discharged too. [Exit Westmoreland.[4092]
And, good my lord, so please you, let our trains[4093]
March by us, that we may peruse the men
We should have coped withal.
Arch. Go, good Lord Hastings,95
And, ere they be dismiss'd, let them march by. [Exit Hastings.[4094]
Lan. I trust, lords, we shall lie to-night together.
Re-enter Westmoreland.[4095]