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my fault,

       And do submit me to your Highness’ mercy.

      GREY, SCROOP.

       To which we all appeal.

      KING HENRY.

       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 an appertinents

       Belonging to his honour; 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 practis’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 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, colours, 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 judgement 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!

      EXETER.

       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.

      SCROOP.

       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.

      CAMBRIDGE.

       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.

      GREY.

       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.

       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

       Received 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 offences! 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

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