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

They shall be apprehended by and by.

How smooth and even they do bear themselves,

2.2.4631As if allegiance in their bosoms sat

2.2.5632Crownèd with faith and constant loyalty.

The king hath note of all that they intend

2.2.7634By interception, which they dream not of.

Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,

2.2.9636Whom he hath dulled and cloyed with gracious favors,

2.2.10637That he should for a foreign purse so sell

2.2.11638His sovereign's life to death and treachery!

Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. --

2.2.13642My lord of Cambridge, and my kind lord of Masham,

2.2.14643And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts:

2.2.15644Think you not that the powers we bear with us

2.2.16645Will cut their passage through the force of France,

2.2.17646Doing the execution and the act

2.2.18647For which we have in head assembled them?

No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.

I doubt not that, since we are well persuaded

2.2.21650We carry not a heart with us from hence

2.2.22651That grows not in a fair consent with ours,

2.2.23652Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish

2.2.24653Success and conquest to attend on us.

Never was monarch better feared and loved

2.2.26655Than is your majesty. There's not, I think, a subject

2.2.27656That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness

2.2.28657Under the sweet shade of your government.

True. Those that were your father's enemies

2.2.30659Have steeped their galls in honey and do serve you

2.2.31660With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

We therefore have great cause of thankfulness,

2.2.33662And shall forget the office of our hand

2.2.34663Sooner than quittance of desert and merit,

2.2.35664According to the weight and worthiness.

So service shall with steelèd sinews toil,

2.2.37666And labor shall refresh itself with hope

2.2.38667To do your grace incessant services.

We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter,

2.2.40669Enlarge the man committed yesterday

2.2.41670That railed against our person. We consider

2.2.42671It was excess of wine that set him on,

2.2.43672And on his more advice we pardon him.

That's mercy, but too much security.

2.2.45674Let him be punished, sovereign, lest example

2.2.46675Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.

Oh, let us yet be merciful.

So may your highness, and yet punish too.

Sir, you show great mercy if you give him life

2.2.50679After the taste of much correction.

Alas, your too much love and care of me

2.2.52681Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch.

2.2.53682If little faults proceeding on distemper

2.2.54683Shall not be winked at, how shall we stretch our eye

2.2.55684When capital crimes, chewed, swallowed, and digested,

2.2.56685Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man,

2.2.57686Though Cambridge, Scrope, and Grey, in their dear care

2.2.58687And tender preservation of our person

2.2.59688Would have him punished. And now to our French causes. --

2.2.60689Who are the late commissioners?

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

2.2.61691Your highness bade me ask for it today.

So did you me, my liege.

And I, my royal sovereign.

[Giving them papers] Then Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is yours.

2.2.65695There yours, Lord Scrope of Masham; and sir knight,

2.2.66696Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours.

2.2.67697Read them and know I know your worthiness. --

2.2.68698My lord of Westmorland, and uncle Exeter,

2.2.69699We will aboard to night. -- Why, how now, gentlemen?

2.2.70700What see you in those papers that you lose

2.2.71701So much complexion? Look ye how they change:

2.2.72702Their cheeks are paper! Why, what read you there

2.2.73703That have so cowarded and chased your blood

2.2.74704Out of appearance?

Out of appearance? I do confess my fault,

2.2.75706And do submit me to your highness' mercy.

To which we all appeal.

The mercy that was quick in us but late

2.2.78709By your own counsel is suppressed and killed.

2.2.79710You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy,

2.2.80711For your own reasons turn into your bosoms

2.2.81712As dogs upon their masters, worrying you. --

2.2.82713See you, my princes and my noble peers,

2.2.83714These English monsters: my lord of Cambridge here,

2.2.84715You know how apt our love was to accord

2.2.85716To furnish him with all appurtenants

2.2.86717Belonging to his honor. And this man

2.2.87718Hath for a few light crowns lightly conspired

2.2.88719And sworn unto the practices of France

2.2.89720To kill us here in Hampton. To the which

2.2.90721This knight, no less for bounty bound to us

2.2.91722Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn.-- But oh,

2.2.92723What shall I say to thee, Lord Scrope, thou cruel,

2.2.93724Ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature?

2.2.94725Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,

2.2.95726That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,

2.2.96727That almost mightst have coined me into gold,

2.2.97728Wouldst thou have practiced on me for thy use?

2.2.98729May it be possible that foreign hire

2.2.99730Could out of thee extract one spark of evil

2.2.100731That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange

2.2.101732That though the truth of it stands off as gross

2.2.102733As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it.

2.2.103734Treason and murder ever kept together

2.2.104735As two yoke-devils sworn to either's purpose,

2.2.105736Working so grossly in unnatural cause

2.2.106737That admiration did not whoop at them.

2.2.107738But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in

2.2.108739Wonder to wait on treason and on murder,

2.2.109740And whatsoever cunning fiend it was

2.2.110741That wrought upon thee so preposterously

2.2.111742Hath got the voice in hell for excellence;

2.2.112743And other devils, that suggest by treasons,

2.2.113744Do botch and bungle up damnation

2.2.114745With patches, colors, and with forms being fetched

2.2.115746From glist'ring semblances of piety.

2.2.116747But he that tempered thee, bade thee stand up,

2.2.117748Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason

2.2.118749Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.

2.2.119750If that same demon that hath gulled thee thus

2.2.120751Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,

2.2.121752He might return to vasty Tartar back

2.2.122753And tell the legions, "I can never win

2.2.123754A soul so easy as that Englishman's."

2.2.124755Oh, how hast thou with jealousy infected

2.2.125756The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?

2.2.126757Why so didst thou. Seem they grave and learnèd?

2.2.127758Why so didst thou. Come they of noble family?

2.2.128759Why so didst thou. Seem they religious?

2.2.129760Why so didst thou. Or are they spare in diet,

2.2.130761Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger,

2.2.131762Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,

2.2.132763Garnished and decked in modest complement,

2.2.133764Not working with the eye without the ear,

2.2.134765And but in purgèd judgment trusting neither?

2.2.135766Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.

2.2.136767And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot

2.2.137768To make the full-fraught man, and best, indued

2.2.138769With some suspicion. I will weep for thee,

2.2.139770For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like

2.2.140771Another fall of man.-- Their faults are open.

2.2.141772Arrest them to the answer of the law,

2.2.142773And God acquit them of their practices.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of 775Richard Earl of Cambridge. 776I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry 777Lord Scrope of Masham. 778I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas 779Grey, knight of Northumberland.

Our purposes God justly hath discovered,

2.2.145781And I repent my fault more than my death,

2.2.146782Which I beseech your highness to forgive,

2.2.147783Although my body pay the price of it.

For me, the gold of France did not seduce,

2.2.149785Although I did admit it as a motive

2.2.150786The sooner to effect what I intended.

2.2.151787But God be thankèd for prevention,

2.2.152788Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,

2.2.153789Beseeching God and you to pardon me.

Never did faithful subject more rejoice

2.2.155791At the discovery of most dangerous treason

2.2.156792Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,

2.2.157793Prevented from a damnèd enterprise.

2.2.158794My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.

God quit you in his mercy. Hear your sentence:

2.2.160796You have conspired against our royal person,

2.2.161797Joined with an enemy proclaimed and from his coffers

2.2.162798Received the golden earnest of our death,

2.2.163799Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,

2.2.164800His princes and his peers to servitude,

2.2.165801His subjects to oppression and contempt,

2.2.166802And his whole kingdom into desolation.

2.2.167803Touching our person seek we no revenge,

2.2.168804But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,

2.2.169805Whose ruin you sought, that to her laws

2.2.170806We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,

2.2.171807Poor miserable wretches, to your death,

2.2.172808The taste whereof God of his mercy give

2.2.173809You patience to endure, and true repentance

2.2.174810Of all your dear offences. -- Bear them hence.

2.2.175811Now, lords, for France, the enterprise whereof

2.2.176812Shall be to you as us like glorious.

2.2.177813We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,

2.2.178814Since God so graciously hath brought to light

2.2.179815This dangerous treason lurking in our way

2.2.180816To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now

2.2.181817But every rub is smoothèd on our way.

2.2.182818Then forth, dear countrymen. Let us deliver

2.2.183819Our puissance into the hand of God,

2.2.184820Putting it straight in expedition.

2.2.185821Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance.

2.2.186822No king of England if not king of France.