Act II, Scene 2
Southampton. A council-chamber.
- Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmorland.
Duke of Bedford1
- ’Fore God, his Grace is bold to trust these traitors.
Duke of Exeter2
- They shall be apprehended by and by.
Earl of Westmorland3 - 5
- How smooth and even they do bear themselves!
- As if allegiance in their bosoms sate
- Crowned with faith and constant loyalty.
Duke of Bedford6 - 7
- The King hath note of all that they intend,
- By interception which they dream not of.
Duke of Exeter8 - 11
- Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,
- Whom he hath dull’d and cloy’d with gracious favors—
- That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
- His sovereign’s life to death and treachery.
- Sound trumpets. Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, and Grey,
- with Attendants.
King Henry the Fifth12 - 18
- Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.
- My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Masham,
- And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts.
- Think you not that the pow’rs we bear with us
- Will cut their passage through the force of France,
- Doing the execution and the act
- For which we have in head assembled them?
- No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.
King Henry the Fifth20 - 24
- I doubt not that, since we are well persuaded
- We 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.
Earl of Cambridge25 - 28
- Never was monarch better fear’d and lov’d
- Than is your Majesty. There’s not, I think, a subject
- That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
- Under the sweet shade of your government.
Sir Thomas Grey29 - 31
- 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.
King Henry the Fifth32 - 35
- 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.
Lord Scroop36 - 38
- So service shall with steeled sinews toil,
- And labor shall refresh itself with hope
- To do your Grace incessant services.
King Henry the Fifth39 - 43
- 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.
Lord Scroop44 - 46
- That’s mercy, but too much security.
- Let him be punish’d, sovereign, lest example
- Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
King Henry the Fifth47
- O, let us yet be merciful.
Earl of Cambridge48
- So may your Highness, and yet punish too.
Sir Thomas Grey49 - 51
- You show great mercy if you give him life
- After the taste of much correction.
King Henry the Fifth52 - 61
- 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? We’ll yet enlarge that man,
- Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear care
- And tender preservation of our person,
- Would have him punish’d. And now to our French causes.
- Who are the late commissioners?
Earl of Cambridge62 - 63
- I one, my lord.
- Your Highness bade me ask for it today.
- So did you me, my liege.
Sir Thomas Grey65
- And I, my royal sovereign.
King Henry the Fifth66 - 76
- 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 tonight.—Why, how now, gentlemen?
- What see you in those papers that you lose
- So much complexion?—Look ye how they change!
- Their cheeks are paper.—Why, what read you there
- That have so cowarded and chas’d your blood
- Out of appearance?
Earl of Cambridge77 - 78
- I do confess my fault,
- And do submit me to your Highness’ mercy.
Grey and Scroop79
- To which we all appeal.
King Henry the Fifth80 - 145
- 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 Cambridge 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 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 say to thee, Lord Scroop, thou cruel,
- 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,
- Wouldst thou have practic’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 stands 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 grossly in a natural cause
- That admiration did not hoop 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 glist’ring semblances of piety;
- But he that temper’d thee, bade thee stand up,
- Gave thee no instance why thou shouldst do treason,
- Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
- If that same demon that hath gull’d thee thus
- Should with his lion gait walk the whole world,
- He might return to vasty Tartar back,
- And tell the legions, “I can never win
- A soul so easy as that Englishman’s.”
- O, how hast thou with jealousy infected
- The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
- Why, so didst thou. 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 complement,
- Not working with the eye without the ear,
- And but in purged judgment trusting neither?
- Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
- And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot
- To mark the full-fraught man and best indued
- With some suspicion. 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!
Duke of Exeter146 - 148
- 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.
Lord Scroop149 - 152
- 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.
Earl of Cambridge153 - 158
- For me, the gold of France did not seduce,
- Although I did admit it as a motive
- The sooner to effect what I intended.
- But God be thanked for prevention,
- Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,
- Beseeching God, and you, to pardon me.
Sir Thomas Grey159 - 163
- Never did faithful subject more rejoice
- At the discovery of most dangerous treason
- Than I do at this hour joy o’er myself,
- Prevented from a damned enterprise.
- My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.
King Henry the Fifth164 - 191
- God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence.
- You have conspir’d against our royal person,
- Join’d with an enemy proclaim’d, and from his coffers
- Receiv’d the golden earnest of our death;
- Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
- His princes and his peers to servitude,
- His subjects to oppression and contempt,
- And his whole kingdom into desolation.
- Touching our person seek we no revenge,
- But we our kingdom’s safety must so tender,
- Whose ruin you have sought, that to her laws
- We do deliver you. Get you therefore hence,
- Poor miserable wretches, to your death;
- The taste whereof God of his mercy give
- You patience to endure, and true repentance
- Of all your dear offenses! Bear them hence.
- Exeunt Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, guarded.
- Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof
- Shall be to you as us, like glorious.
- We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
- Since God so graciously hath brought to light
- This dangerous treason lurking in our way
- To hinder our beginnings. We doubt not now
- But every rub is smoothed on our way.
- Then forth, dear countrymen! Let us deliver
- Our puissance into the hand of God,
- Putting it straight in expedition.
- Cheerly to sea! The signs of war advance!
- No king of England, if not king of France!
- Flourish. Exeunt.