24372156In formes imaginary, th'unguyded daies,

24382157And rotten times that you shall looke vpon,

24392158When I am sleeping with my auncestors:

24402159For when his head-strong riot hath no curbe,

24412160When rage and hot bloud are his counsellors,

24422161When meanes and lauish manners meete together,

24432162Oh with what wings shal his affections flie,

24442163Towards fronting peril and opposde decay?

24452164War. My gracious Lord, you looke beyond him quite,

24462165The prince but studies his companions,

24472166Like a strange tongue wherein to gaine the language:

24482167Tis needfnll that the most immodest word,

24492168Be lookt vpon and learnt, which once attaind,

24502169Your highnesse knowes comes to no further vse,

24512170But to be knowne and hated: so, like grosse termes,

24522171The prince will in the perfectnesse of time,

24532172Cast off his followers, and their memory

24542173Shall as a pattern, or a measure liue,

24552174By which his grace must mete the liues of other,

24562175Turning past-euils to aduantages.

24572176King Tis seldome when the bee doth leaue her comb,

24582177In the dead carion: who's here, Westmerland?

24612179West. Health to my soueraigne, and new happinesse

24622180Added to that that I am to deliuer,

24632181Prince Iohn your sonne doth kisse your graces hand.

24642182Mowbray, the Bishop, Scroope, Hastings, and al,

24652183Are brought to the correction of your law:

24662184There is not now a rebels sword vnsheathd,

24672185But Peace puts forth her oliue euery where,

24682186The manner how this action hath bin borne,

24692187Here at more leisure may your highnesse reade,

24702188With euery course in his particular.

24712189King O Westmerland, thou art a summer bird,

24722190Which euer in the haunch of winter sings

24732191The lifting vp of day: looke heres more newes. enter Harcor.