King. 'Tis seldom when the bee doth leave her comb[4157]
In the dead carrion.
Enter Westmoreland.[4158]
Who's here? Westmoreland?80
West. Health to my sovereign, and new happiness[4159]
Added to that that I am to deliver![4160]
Prince John your son doth kiss your grace's hand:
Mowbray, the Bishop Scroop, Hastings and all[4161]
Are brought to the correction of your law;85
There is not now a rebel's sword unsheath'd,
But Peace puts forth her olive every where.
The manner how this action hath been borne
Here at more leisure may your highness read,
With every course in his particular.[4162]90
King. O Westmoreland, thou art a summer bird,
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting up of day.
Enter Harcourt.[4163]
Look, here's more news.
Har. From enemies heaven keep your majesty;[4164]
And, when they stand against you, may they fall95
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 sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown:[4165]
The manner and true order of the fight,100
This packet, please it you, contains at large.[4166]
King. And wherefore should these good news make me sick?[4167]
Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?[4168]
She either gives a stomach and no food;105
Such are the poor, in health; or else a feast
And takes away the stomach; such are the rich,[4169]
That have abundance and enjoy it not.
I should rejoice now at this happy news;
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy:110
O me! come near me; now I am much ill.[4170]
Glou. Comfort, your majesty![4171]