Be look'd upon, and learn'd; which once attain'd,
Your highness knows, comes to no further use 72
But to be known and hated. So, like gross terms,
The prince will in the perfectness of time
Cast off his followers; and their memory-
Shall as a pattern or a measure live, 76
By which his Grace must mete the lives of others,
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
West. 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 84
Are brought to the correction of your law.
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd,
But Peace puts forth her olive everywhere.
The manner how this action hath been borne 88
Here at more leisure may your highness read,
With every course in his particular.
King. O Westmoreland! thou art a summer bird,
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings 92
The lifting up of day.
Enter Harcourt.
Look! here's more news.
Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty;
And, when they stand against you, may they fall
As those that I am come to tell you of! 96
77 mete: measure
79, 80 Cf. n.
90 particular: detail
92 haunch: end
