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King Henry the Fourth, IV. iv

Be look'd upon, and learn'd; which once attain'd,

Your highness knows, comes to no further use

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,

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.

Who's here? Westmoreland!

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

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

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

The lifting up of day.

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!

 77 mete: measure

79, 80 Cf. n.

90 particular: detail

92 haunch: end 