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16  Mar. Sound, trumpets; and set forward, combatants.

Stay, the king hath thrown his warder down.

K. Rich. Let them lay by their helmets and their spears,

And both return back to their chairs again:

Withdraw with us; and let the trumpets sound

While we return these dukes what we decree.

[To the Combatants.] Draw near,

And list what with our council we have done.

For that our kingdom's earth should not be soil'd

With that dear blood which it hath fostered;

And for our eyes do hate the dire aspect

Of civil wounds plough'd up with neighbours' swords;

And for we think the eagle-winged pride

Of sky-aspiring and ambitious thoughts,

With rival-hating envy, set on you

To wake our peace, which in our country's cradle

Draws the sweet infant breath of gentle sleep;

Which so rous'd up with boist'rous untun'd drums,

With harsh-resounding trumpets' dreadful bray,

And grating shock of wrathful iron arms,

Might from our quiet confines fright fair peace

And make us wade even in our kindred's blood:

Therefore, we banish you our territories:

You, cousin Hereford, upon pain of life,

Till twice five summers have enrich'd our fields,

Shall not regreet our fair dominions,

 118 warder: ceremonial baton

121 Withdraw; cf. n.

122 return: say in answer to

125 For that: in order that

127, 129 for: because

128 civil: received in civil war

131 set on you: set you on

134 Which; cf. n.

142 regreet: greet again

