628Bed Fore God his Grace is bold to trust these traitors

629Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by.

630West. How smooth and euen they do bear themselues,

631As if allegeance in their bosomes sate

632Crowned with faith, and constant loyalty.

633Bed. The King hath note of all that they intend,

634By interception, which they dreame not of.

635Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,

636Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious fauours;

637That he should for a forraigne purse, so sell

638His Soueraignes life to death and treachery.

641King. Now sits the winde faire, and we will aboord.

642My Lord of Cambridge, and my kinde Lord of Masham,

643And you my gentle Knight, giue me your thoughts:

644Thinke you not that the powres we beare with vs

645Will cut their passage through the force of France?

646Doing the execution, and the acte,

647For which we haue in head assembled them.

648Scro. No doubt my Liege, if each man do his best.

649King. I doubt not that, since we are well perswaded

650We carry not a heart with vs from hence,

651That growes not in a faire consent with ours:

652Nor leaue not one behinde, that doth not wish

653Successe and Conquest to attend on vs.

654Cam. Neuer was Monarch better fear'd and lou'd,

655Then is your Maiesty; there's not I thinke a subiect

656That sits in heart-greefe and vneasinesse

657Vnder the sweet shade of your gouernment.

658Kni. True: those that were your Fathers enemies,

659Haue steep'd their gauls in hony, and do serue you

660With hearts create of duty, and of zeale.

661King. We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnes,

662And shall forget the office of our hand

663Sooner then quittance of desert and merit,

664According to the weight and worthinesse

665Scro. So seruice shall with steeled sinewes toyle,

666And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope

667To do your Grace incessant seruices.

668King. We Iudge no lesse. Vnkle of Exeter,

669Inlarge the man committed yesterday,

670That rayl'd against our person: We consider

671It was excesse of Wine that set him on,

672And on his more aduice, We pardon him.

673Scro. That's mercy, but too much security:

674Let him be punish'd Soueraigne, least example

675Breed (by his sufferance) more of such a kind.

676King. O let vs yet be mercifull.

677Cam. So may your Highnesse, and yet punish too.

678Grey. Sir, you shew great mercy if you giue him life,

679After the taste of much correction.

680King. Alas, your too much loue and care of me,

681Are heauy Orisons 'gainst this poore wretch:

682If little faults proceeding on distemper,

683Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye

684When capitall crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and digested,

685Appeare before vs? Wee'l yet inlarge that man,

686Though Cambridge, Scroope, and Gray, in their deere care

687And tender preseruation of our person

688Wold haue him punish'd. And now to our French causes,

689Who are the late Commissioners ?

690Cam. I one my Lord,

691Your Highnesse bad me aske for it to day.

692Scro. So did you me my Liege.

693Gray. And I my Royall Soueraigne.

694King. Then Richard Earle of Cambridge, there is yours:

695There yours Lord Scroope of Masham, and Sir Knight:

696Gray of Northumberland, this same is yours:

697Reade them, and know I know your worthinesse.

698My Lord of Westmerland, and Vnkle Exeter,

699We will aboord to night. Why how now Gentlemen?

700What see you in those papers, that you loose

701So much complexion? Looke ye how they change:

702Their cheekes are paper. Why, what reade you there,

703That haue so cowarded and chac'd your blood

704Out of apparance.

705Cam. I do confesse my fault,

706And do submit me to your Highnesse mercy.

707Gray. Scro. To which we all appeale.

708King. The mercy that was quicke in vs but late,

709By your owne counsaile is supprest and kill'd:

710You must not dare (for shame) to talke of mercy,

711For your owne reasons turne into your bosomes,

712As dogs vpon their maisters, worrying you:

713See you my Princes, and my Noble Peeres,

714These English monsters: My Lord of Cambridge heere,

715You know how apt our loue was, to accord

716To furnish with all appertinents

717Belonging to his Honour; and this man,

718Hath for a few light Crownes, lightly conspir'd

719And sworne vnto the practises of France

720To kill vs heere in Hampton. To the which,

721This Knight no lesse for bounty bound to Vs

722Then Cambridge is, hath likewise sworne. But O,

723What shall I say to thee Lord Scroope, thou cruell,

724Ingratefull, sauage, and inhumane Creature?

725Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsailes,

726That knew'st the very bottome of my soule,

727That (almost) might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde,

728Would'st thou haue practis'd on me, for thy vse?

729May it be possible, that forraigne hyer

730Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill

731That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange,

732That though the truth of it stands off as grosse

733As black and white, my eye will scarsely see it.

734Treason, and murther, euer kept together,

735As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose,

736Working so grossely in an naturall cause,

737That admiration did not hoope at them.

738But thou (gainst all proportion) didst bring in

739Wonder to waite on treason, and on murther :

740And whatsoeuer cunning fiend it was

741That wrought vpon thee so preposterously,

742Hath got the voyce in hell for excellence:

743And other diuels that suggest by treasons,

744Do botch and bungle vp damnation,

745With patches, colours, and with formes being fetcht

746From glist'ring semblances of piety:

747But he that temper'd thee, bad thee stand vp,

748Gaue thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,

749Vnlesse to dub thee with the name of Traitor.

750If that same Daemon that hath gull'd thee thus,

751Should with his Lyon-gate walke the whole world,

752He might returne to vastie Tartar backe,

753And tell the Legions, I can neuer win

754A soule so easie as that Englishmans.

755Oh, how hast thou with iealousie infected

756The sweetnesse of affiance? Shew men dutifull,

757Why so didst thou: seeme they graue and learned?

758Why so didst thou. Come they of Noble Family?

759Why so didst thou. Seeme they religious?

760Why so didst thou. Or are they spare in diet,

761Free from grosse passion, or of mirth, or anger,

762Constant in spirit, not sweruing with the blood,

763Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement,

764Not working with the eye, without the eare,

765And but in purged iudgement trusting neither,

766Such and so finely boulted didst thou seeme:

767And thus thy fall hath left a kinde of blot,

768To make thee full fraught man, and best indued

769With some suspition, I will weepe for thee.

770For this reuolt of thine, me thinkes is like

771Another fall of Man. Their faults are open,

772Arrest them to the answer of the Law,

773And God acquit them of their practises.

774Exe. I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of

775Richard Earle of Cambridge.

776 I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Thomas

777Lord Scroope of Marsham.

778 I arrest thee of High Treason, by the name of Thomas

779Grey, Knight of Northumberland.

780Scro. Our purposes, God iustly hath discouer'd,

781And I repent my fault more then my death,

782Which I beseech your Highnesse to forgiue,

783Although my body pay the price of it.

784Cam. For me, the Gold of France did not seduce,

785Although I did admit it as a motiue,

786The sooner to effect what I intended:

787But God be thanked for preuention,

788Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce,

789Beseeching God, and you, to pardon mee.

790Gray. Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce

791At the discouery of most dangerous Treason,

792Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe,

793Preuented from a damned enterprize ;

794My fault, but not my body, pardon Soueraigne.

795King. God quit you in his mercy: Hear your sentence

796You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person,

797Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his Coffers,

798Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death:

799Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter,

800His Princes, and his Peeres to seruitude,

801His Subiects to oppression, and contempt,

802And his whole Kingdome into desolation:

803Touching our person, seeke we no reuenge,

804But we our Kingdomes safety must so tender,

805Whose ruine you sought, that to her Lawes

806We do deliuer you. Get you therefore hence,

807(Poore miserable wretches) to your death:

808The taste whereof, God of his mercy giue

809You patience to indure, and true Repentance

810Of all your deare offences. Beare them hence. Exit.

811Now Lords for France: the enterprise whereof

812Shall be to you as vs, like glorious.

813We doubt not of a faire and luckie Warre,

814Since God so graciously hath brought to light

815This dangerous Treason, lurking in our way,

816To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now,

817But euery Rubbe is smoothed on our way.

818Then forth, deare Countreymen: Let vs deliuer

819Our Puissance into the hand of God,

820Putting it straight in expedition.

821Chearely to Sea, the signes of Warre aduance,

822No King of England, if not King of France. Flourish.