SCENE II.-Southampton. A Council Chamber.

Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMOReland.

Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors.

Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by.

West. 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 bed-
fellow,
[cious favors,-
Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gra-
That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
His sovereign's life to death and treachery!

Trumpet sounds. Enter KING HENRY, SCROOP, CAMBRIDGE, GREY, Lords, and Attendants.

K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. [Masham, My lord of Cambridge, and my kind lord of And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts;

[us Think you not, that the powers we bear with Will cut their passage through the force of

France:

Doing the execution, and the act,

For which we have in head assembled them? Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.

K. Hen. I doubt not that: since we are well persuaded,

We carry not a heart with us from hence That grows not in a fair concent 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 loved [a subject Than is your majesty; there's not, I think, That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness Under the sweet shade of your government. Grey. True: those that were your father's

enemies

Have steep'd their galls in honey; and do serve you

With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness:

And shall forget the office of our hand
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit,
According to the weight and worthiness.
Scroop. So service shall with steeled sin.
ews toil,

And labor shall refresh itself with hope,
To do your grace incessant services.

K. Hen. 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 set him on ;
And, on his more advice, we pardon him.
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much secu-
rity;

Let him be punish'd, sovereign; lest example
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind,
K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful.

Cam. So may you highness, and yet pun

ish too.

Grey. Sir, you show great mercy if you give him life,

After the taste of much correction.

K. Hen. 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
[digested,
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and
Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that
[dear care
Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their
And tender preservation of our person,
Would have him punish'd. And now to our
French causes;

man,

Who are the late commissioners ?
Cam. I one, my lord;

Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.
Scroop. So did you me, my liege.

Grey. And I, my royal sovereign.

K. Hen. Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge,

[sir knight,

there is yours; There yours, lord Scroop of Masham; and,

Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours: Read them; and know, I know your worthi

ness.

My lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter, We will aboard to-night.-Why, how now, gentlemen ?

What see you in those papers, that you lose So much complexion?-look ye, how they change! [you there, Their cheeks are paper.-Why, what read That hath so cowarded and chased your

blood

Out of appearance ?

Cam. I do confess my fault; And do submit me to your highness' mercy. Grey, Scroop. To which we all appeal. K. Hen. 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,
As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.
See you, my princes, and my noble peers,
These English monsters! My lord of Cam
bridge here,-

You know how apt our love was, to accord
To furnish him with all appertinents
Belonging to his honor; and this man
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly con
spired,

And sworn unto the practices of France,
To kill us here in Hampton: to the which,

But O!

This knight, no less for bounty bound to us Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. [cruel, What shall I say to thee, lord Scroop? thou Ingrateful, savage, and inhuman creature! Thou, that didst bear the key of all my counsels,

That knew'st the very bottom of my soul, That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold, [use. Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy 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 stands off as
gross
[see it.
As black from white, my eye will scarcely
Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoke devils sworn to either's pur-
pose

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 murder:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was
That wrought upon thee so preposterously,
Hath got the voice in hell for excellence:
And other devils, that suggest by treasons,
Do botch and bungle up damnation

With patches, colors, and with forms being fetch'd

From glistering semblances of piety;

But he that temper'd thee bade thee stand up,