Page 1091 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

By which his grace must mete the lives of other,
Turning past evils to advantages.

KING
’Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb
In the dead carrion.
Enter Westmoreland.

Who’s here? Westmoreland? [80]

WESTMORELAND
Health to my sovereign, and new happiness
Added to that that I am to deliver.
Prince John your son doth kiss your grace’s hand.

Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings and all
Are brought to the correction of your law. [85]
There is not now a rebel’s sword unsheathed,
But Peace puts forth her olive everywhere.

The manner how this action hath been borne
Here at more leisure may your highness read,
With every course in his particular. [90]

KING
O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,

Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day.
Enter Harcourt.
Look, here’s more news.

HARCOURT
From enemies heaven keep your majesty,

And, when they stand against you, may they fall [95]
As those that I am come to tell you of!
The Earl Northumberland and the Lord Bardolph,
With a great power of English and of Scots,

Are by the shrieve of Yorkshire overthrown.
The manner and true order of the fight [100]
This packet, please it you, contains at large.