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Confirm'd conspiracy with fearful France :
And by their hands, this grace of Kings must die,
If hell and treason hold their promises,
Ere He take ship for France; and in Southampton.
Linger your patience on, and well digest
Th abuse of distance, while we force a play: :
The sum is paid, the traitors are agreed,
The King is set from London, and the scene
Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton :
There is the play-house now, there must you
And thence to France shall we convey you safe,
And bring you back; charming the narrow seas,
To give you gentle pass: for if we may,
We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
But, till the King come forth, and not till then,
Unto Southampton do we shift our scene. [Exit.
Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmorland.
Bed, 'TTORE God, his Grace is bold to trust these
Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by.
Weft. How smooth and even they do bear themselves,
As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,
Crowned with faith and constant loyalty!
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 lull’dandcloy'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 Atten
dants. K. Henry. Nowsts the wind fair, and we will aboard.
My lord of Cambridge, and my lord of Masham,
Anri you, my gentle Knight, give me your thoughts:
Think you not, that the Pow'ss, 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 assembled them?
Scroop. No doubt, my Liege; if each man do his best.
K. Henry. I doubt not that; since we are well per-
carry not a heart with us from hence,
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.
Cam. 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 steept their gauls in honey, and do serve you
With hearts create of duty and of zeal.
K. Henry. We therefore have great cause of thank-
And shall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of defert and merit,
According to the weight and worthiness.
Scroop. So service shall with steeled finews toil;
And labour shall refresh itself with hope,
To do your Grace inceffant services.
K. Henry. We judge no lefse', Uncle of Exeler,
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,
That rail'd against our person: we consider,
It was excess of wine that set him on,
And on his more advice we pardon him.
* For which we have in head assembled them?] This is not an English Phraseology. I am persuaded Shakespear wrote,
For which we have in Aid assembled thein ? alluding to the Tenures of those Times.
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security:
Let him be punish'd, Sovereign, lest example
Breed (by his suff'rance) more of such 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 distemper,
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye,
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd and digested,
Appear before us? well yet enlarge that man,
Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear care
And tender preservation of our person,
Would have him punish'd. Now to our French causes;
Who are the late commissioners ?
Cam. I one, my lord.
Your Highness bad me ask for it to day.
Scroop. So did you nie, my Liege.
Grey. And I, my Sovereign.
K. Henry. Then Richard, Earl of Cambridge, there
is yours :
There yours, lord Scroop of Masham; and Sir Knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours.;
Read them, and know, I know your worthiness.
My lord of Westmorland and uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to-night. Why, how now, gentlemen?
What fee you in these papers, that you lose
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 ?
Cam. I confess my fault,
And do submit 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 fupprefs d and kill'd:
You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy ;
your own reasons turn into your bosoms,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.
See you, my Princes and my noble Peers,
These English monsters ! 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 O!
What shall I fay to thee, lord Scroop, thou cruel,
Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature!
Thou, that didft 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,
Wouldst 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 so strange
That though the truth of it stand off as gross
As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it.
Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose:
Working so grofly 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 murder:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
That wrought upon these fo prepoft'rously,
Hath goť 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 fetcht
From glift'ring semblances of piety:
But he, that temper'd thee, bad thee stand up;
Gave thee no instance why thou shouldft do treason,
Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that same Dæmon, that hath gullid thee thus,
Should with his Lion-gait walk the whole world,
He might return to valty Tartar back,
And tell the legions, I can never win
A soul so easy as that Englishman's.
Oh, how halt thou with jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Shew men dutiful?
Why so didft thou: or seem they grave and learned?
Why so didst 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 gross passion, or of mirth, or anger,
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
Garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment,
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 fufpicion. 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 Grey, Knight of Northumberland.
Scroop. Our purposes God justly 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.
Camb. For me, the gold of France did not seduce, Although I did admit it as a motive