West.
Health to my sovereign, and new happiness,
Added to that, which 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, ev'ry where.
The manner how this action hath been borne,
Here at more leisure may your highness read,
With every course, in his particular. [Gives a Letter.

K. Henry.
O Westmorland, thou art a summer bird,
Which ever in the haunch of winter sings
The lifting-up of day. Enter Gower.
Look, here's more news.

Gower.
From enemies heav'n keep your Majesty!
And when they stand against you, may they fall,
As those that I am come to tell you of!
The Earl Northumberland, and the Lord Bardolf,
With a great pow'r of English and of Scots,
Are by the Sheriff of Yorkshire overthrown:
The manner and true order of the fight,
This packet, please it you, contains, at large. [Gives a Packet.

K. Henry.
And wherefore should these good news make me sick?
Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach, and no food;
(Such are the poor in health) or else a feast,
And takes away the stomach; such the rich;
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.
O me! come near me, now I am much ill!

Glou.
Comfort your Majesty!

Cla.
Oh, my royal father!

West.
Be patient, Princes; you do know these fits
Are with his Highness very ordinary.
Stand from him, give him air: he'll soon be well.

Cla.
No, no, he cannot long hold out these pangs.

West.
Speak lower, Princes; for the King recovers.

K. Henry.
I pray you take me up, and bear me to my bed:
Softly, pray.
Let there be no noise made, my gentle friends,
Unless some slow and favourable hand
Will whisper musick to my weary spirit.

West.
Call for the musick in the other room.

K. Henry.
Set me the crown upon my pillow, here.

Cla.
His eye is hollow, and he changes much.

West.
Less noise, less noise. [Soft Music.

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