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Bed. The King hath note of all that they intend, By interception which they dream not of.
Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, Whom he hath lulld and cloy'd with gracious favours; That he should for a foreign purse so fell His sovereign's life to death and treachery !
[Trumpets found. Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, Grey, and at
tendants. K. Henry. Now fits the wind fair, and we will aboard. My Lord of Cambridge, and my Lord of Matham, And you, my gentle Knight, give me your thoughts: Think you not, that the pow’rs we bear with us, Will cut their passage through the force of France; Doing the execution and the act For which we have in aid affembled them?
Scroop. No doubt my Liege; if each man do his best.
K. Henry. I doubt not that; fince we are well per-. We carry not a heart with us from hence, [fuaded, That grows not in a fair consent with ours : Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish Success and conquest to attend on us.
Gam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov'd, Than is your Majesty ; there's not a subject, That fits in heart-grief and uneasiness Under the sweet shade of your government.
Grey. True; those that were your father's enemies, Have Iteept their gauls in honey, and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal.
K. Henry. We therefore have great cause of thankAnd shall forget the office of our hand, [fulness; Sooner than quittance * of desert and merit, According to the weight and worthinefs.
Scroop. 6. So service shall with steeled sinews toil; " And labour shall refresh itself with hope, To do your Grace incessant services.
K. Henry. We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter,
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,
That rail'd against our person: we consider,
It was excess of wine that fet him on,
* i. e, requiral.
And more advice we pardon him, the
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much fecurity : Let him be punish’d, Sovereign, lest example Breed (by his suff'rance) more of fuch a kind,
K. Henry. O, let us yet be merciful. Cam. So may your Highness, and yet punish too. Grey. You shew great mercy, if you give him life, After the taste of much correction.
K. Henry. Alas! your too much love and care of me Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch. If little faults, proceeding on diftemper*, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd and digested, Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear And tender prefervation of our person, [care, Would have him punith’d. Now to our French causes; Who are the late commissioners?-, bain Cam, I
one, my Lord.
Your Highness bade me ask for it to-day.
Scroop. So did you mę, my Liege.
Grey. And I, my Sovereign.
K. Henry. Then, Richard Earl of Cambridge, there
There your's, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, Sir Knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is your's ;;
Read them, and know I know your worthiness.
My Lord of Westmorland uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to-night. Why,how now, Gentlemen!
What fee you in those papers,
So much complexion ? look ye, how they change!
Their, cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there,
That hath fo cowarded, and chas'd your blood
Out of appearance?
Gam. I confess my fault,
And do fubmit me to your Highness' mercy.
Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.
K. Henry. The mercy that was quick in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppress’d and kill'd:
You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy;
For your own reasons turn into your bosoms,
Aş dogs upon their masters worrying you.
* i. e, sudden paflions. Vol. IV. LI.
See you, my Princes and my Noble Peers,
These English mon ters! My Lord Cambridge here,
You know how apt our love was to accord
To furnish him with all appertinents
Belonging to his honour; and this man
Hath for a few light crowns lightly conspir'd,
And sworn unto the practices of France
To kill us here in Hampton. To the which,
This Knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. But 0 !.
What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop, thou cruel,
Ingrateful, favage, and inhumane creature !
Thou that didît bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold,
Would'st thou have practis'd on me for thy use :
May it be possible, that foreign hire
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil,
That might annoy my finger ? 'Tis fo strange,
That though the truth of it stand off as gross
As black from white, my eye will scarcely fee it.
Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose;
Working so grossly * in a natural cause,
That admiration did not whoop † at them.
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder to wait on treason, and on murther :
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
That wrought upon thele fo prepolt'rously,
Hath got the voice in hell for excellence :
And other devils, that suggest by-treasons,
Do botch and bungle up damnation,
With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd
From glift'ring semblances of piety:
But he that temper'd thee, hade thee stand up;
Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,
Inless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that same dæmon that hath gullid thee thus,
Should with his lion-gate walk the whole world,
* Grossly, for commonly
† Wkcop, of which ihe author makes a verb, is a note of admira-
He might return to'vasty Tartar back,
And tell the legions I can never win
A foul so easy as that Englishman's.
Oh, how halt thou with jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Shew men dutiful?
Why so didit thou : or seem they grave and learned?
Why so didit thou : come they of noble family?
Why so didst thou : seem they religious ?
Why so didst thou: or are they spare in diet,
Free from grofs paffion, or of mirth, or anger,
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement *,
Not working with the ear, but with the eye,
And but in purged judgment trusting neither ?
Such, and so finely boulted didst thou seem.
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man, the best endu’d,
With some suspicion. I will weep for thee.
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man.
-Their faults are open ;
Arrest them to the answer of the law,
And God acquit them of their practices !
Exe. I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of
Richard Earl of Cambridge.
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry. Lord Scroop of Masham.
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Gray, Knight of Northumberland.
Scroop. Our purposes God juftly hath discover'd,
And I repent my fault, more than my death ;
Which I beseech your Highness to forgive,
Although my body pay the price of it.
Cam. For me, the gold of France did not seduce,
Although I did admit it as a motive
The sooner to effect what I intended;
But God be thanked for prevention,
Which I in suff'rance heartily rejoice for,
Befeeching God and you to pardon me.
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason,
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
* i, en fulaess.
Prevented from a damned enterprise.
My fault, but not my body, pardon, Sovereign.
K. Henry. God quit you in his mercy ! hear your
You have conspir'd against our Royal person,
Join'd with an enemy proclaim’d, and from his coffers
Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;
Wherein you would have fold your King to slaughter,
His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom into desolation.
Touching our person, seek we no revenge ;
But we our kingdom's safety must fo tender,
Whose ruin you three fought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Go therefore hence,
Foor miserable wretches, to your death ;
The taste whereof God of his mercy give
You patience to endure; and true repentance
Of all your dear offences ! Bear them hence. [Exeunt.
Now, Lords, for France ; the enterprise whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
Since God fo graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason lurking in our way,
To hinder our beginning. Now we doubt not,
But every rub is finoothed in our way: :,
Then forth, 'dear countrymen ; let us deliver
Our puiffance into the hand of God,
Putting it straight in expedition.
Chearly to sea; the signs of war advance ;
No King of England, if not King of France. [Exeunt.
SC E N E III. Changes to Quickly's house in East-cheap. ; Enter Pistol, Nym, Bardolph, Boy and Quickly. Quick. Pr’ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me bring
thee to Staines. Pif. No; for my manly heart doth yern. Bardolph, be blythe; Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins; Boy, bristle thy courage up; fog Falstaff he is dead, And we must yern therefore,