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  • Title: Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: James D. Mardock

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-409-7

    Copyright James D. Mardock. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: James D. Mardock
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    Henry V (Folio 1, 1623)

    Enter Exeter, Bedford, & Westmerland.
    Bed Fore God his Grace is bold to trust these traitors
    Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by.
    630West. How smooth and euen they do bear themselues,
    As if allegeance in their bosomes sate
    Crowned with faith, and constant loyalty.
    Bed. The King hath note of all that they intend,
    By interception, which they dreame not of.
    635Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
    Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious fauours;
    That he should for a forraigne purse, so sell
    His Soueraignes life to death and treachery.
    Sound Trumpets.
    640Enter the King, Scroope, Cambridge, and Gray.
    King. Now sits the winde faire, and we will aboord.
    My Lord of Cambridge, and my kinde Lord of Masham,
    And you my gentle Knight, giue me your thoughts:
    Thinke you not that the powres we beare with vs
    645Will cut their passage through the force of France?
    Doing the execution, and the acte,
    For which we haue in head assembled them.
    Scro. No doubt my Liege, if each man do his best.
    King. I doubt not that, since we are well perswaded
    650We carry not a heart with vs from hence,
    That growes not in a faire consent with ours:
    Nor leaue not one behinde, that doth not wish
    Successe and Conquest to attend on vs.
    Cam. Neuer was Monarch better fear'd and lou'd,
    655Then is your Maiesty; there's not I thinke a subiect
    That sits in heart-greefe and vneasinesse
    Vnder the sweet shade of your gouernment.
    Kni. True: those that were your Fathers enemies,
    Haue steep'd their gauls in hony, and do serue you
    660With hearts create of duty, and of zeale.
    King. We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnes,
    And shall forget the office of our hand
    Sooner then quittance of desert and merit,
    According to the weight and worthinesse
    665Scro. So seruice shall with steeled sinewes toyle,
    And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope
    To do your Grace incessant seruices.
    King. We Iudge no lesse. Vnkle of Exeter,
    Inlarge the man committed yesterday,
    670That rayl'd against our person: We consider
    It was excesse of Wine that set him on,
    And on his more aduice, We pardon him.
    Scro. That's mercy, but too much security:
    Let him be punish'd Soueraigne, least example
    675Breed (by his sufferance) more of such a kind.
    King. O let vs yet be mercifull.
    Cam. So may your Highnesse, and yet punish too.
    Grey. Sir, you shew great mercy if you giue him life,
    After the taste of much correction.
    680King. Alas, your too much loue and care of me,
    Are heauy Orisons 'gainst this poore wretch:
    If little faults proceeding on distemper,
    Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye
    When capitall crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested,
    685Appeare before vs? Wee'l yet inlarge that man,
    Though Cambridge, Scroope, and Gray, in their deere care
    And tender preseruation of our person
    Wold haue him punish'd. And now to our French causes,
    Who are the late Commissioners ?
    690Cam. I one my Lord,
    Your Highnesse bad me aske for it to day.
    Scro. So did you me my Liege.
    Gray. And I my Royall Soueraigne.
    King. Then Richard Earle of Cambridge, there is yours:
    695There yours Lord Scroope of Masham, and Sir Knight:
    Gray of Northumberland, this same is yours:
    Reade them, and know I know your worthinesse.
    My Lord of Westmerland, and Vnkle Exeter,
    We will aboord to night. Why how now Gentlemen?
    700What see you in those papers, that you loose
    So much complexion? Looke ye how they change:
    Their cheekes are paper. Why, what reade you there,
    That haue so cowarded and chac'd your blood
    Out of apparance.
    705Cam. I do confesse my fault,
    And do submit me to your Highnesse mercy.
    Gray. Scro. To which we all appeale.
    King. The mercy that was quicke in vs but late,
    By your owne counsaile is supprest and kill'd:
    710You must not dare (for shame) to talke of mercy,
    For your owne reasons turne into your bosomes,
    As dogs vpon their maisters, worrying you:
    See you my Princes, and my Noble Peeres,
    These English monsters: My Lord of Cambridge heere,
    715You know how apt our loue was, to accord
    To furnish with all appertinents
    Belonging to his Honour; and this man,
    Hath for a few light Crownes, lightly conspir'd
    And sworne vnto the practises of France
    720To kill vs heere in Hampton. To the which,
    This Knight no lesse for bounty bound to Vs
    Then Cambridge is, hath likewise sworne. But O,
    What shall I say to thee Lord Scroope, thou cruell,
    Ingratefull, sauage, and inhumane Creature?
    725Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsailes,
    That knew'st the very bottome of my soule,
    That (almost) might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde,
    Would'st thou haue practis'd on me, for thy vse?
    May it be possible, that forraigne hyer
    730Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill
    That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange,
    That though the truth of it stands off as grosse
    As black and white, my eye will scarsely see it.
    Treason, and murther, euer kept together,
    735As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose,
    Working so grossely in an naturall cause,
    That admiration did not hoope at them.
    But thou (gainst all proportion) didst bring in
    Wonder to waite on treason, and on murther :
    740And whatsoeuer cunning fiend it was
    That wrought vpon thee so preposterously,
    Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence:
    And
    The Life of Henry the Fift. 75
    And other diuels that suggest by treasons,
    Do botch and bungle vp damnation,
    745With patches, colours, and with formes being fetcht
    From glist'ring semblances of piety:
    But he that temper'd thee, bad thee stand vp,
    Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,
    Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor.
    750If that same Daemon that hath gull'd thee thus,
    Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world,
    He might returne to vastie Tartar backe,
    And tell the Legions, I can neuer win
    A soule so easie as that Englishmans.
    755Oh, how hast thou with iealousie infected
    The sweetnesse of affiance? Shew men dutifull,
    Why so didst thou: seeme they graue and learned?
    Why so didst thou. Come they of Noble Family?
    Why so didst thou. Seeme they religious?
    760Why so didst thou. Or are they spare in diet,
    Free from grosse passion, or of mirth, or anger,
    Constant in spirit, not sweruing with the blood,
    Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement,
    Not working with the eye, without the eare,
    765And but in purged iudgement trusting neither,
    Such and so finely boulted didst thou seeme:
    And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot,
    To make thee full fraught man, and best indued
    With some suspition, I will weepe for thee.
    770For this reuolt of thine, me thinkes is like
    Another fall of Man. Their faults are open,
    Arrest them to the answer of the Law,
    And God acquit them of their practises.
    Exe. I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of
    775Richard Earle of Cambridge.
    I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Thomas
    Lord Scroope of Marsham.
    I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Thomas
    Grey, Knight of Northumberland.
    780Scro. Our purposes, God iustly hath discouer'd,
    And I repent my fault more then my death,
    Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgiue,
    Although my body pay the price of it.
    Cam. For me, the Gold of France did not seduce,
    785Although I did admit it as a motiue,
    The sooner to effect what I intended:
    But God be thanked for preuention,
    Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce,
    Beseeching God, and you, to pardon mee.
    790Gray. Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce
    At the discouery of most dangerous Treason,
    Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe,
    Preuented from a damned enterprize ;
    My fault, but not my body, pardon Soueraigne.
    795King. God quit you in his mercy: Hear your sentence
    You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person,
    Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his Coffers,
    Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death:
    Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter,
    800His Princes, and his Peeres to seruitude,
    His Subiects to oppression, and contempt,
    And his whole Kingdome into desolation:
    Touching our person, seeke we no reuenge,
    But we our Kingdomes safety must so tender,
    805Whose ruine you sought, that to her Lawes
    We do deliuer you. Get you therefore hence,
    (Poore miserable wretches) to your death:
    The taste whereof, God of his mercy giue
    You patience to indure, and true Repentance
    810Of all your deare offences. Beare them hence. Exit.
    Now Lords for France: the enterprise whereof
    Shall be to you as vs, like glorious.
    We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre,
    Since God so graciously hath brought to light
    815This dangerous Treason, lurking in our way,
    To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now,
    But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way.
    Then forth, deare Countreymen: Let vs deliuer
    Our Puissance into the hand of God,
    820Putting it straight in expedition.
    Chearely to Sea, the signes of Warre aduance,
    No King of England, if not King of France. Flourish.
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