Pift. Let us condole the Knight; for, lambkins! we will live. [Exeunt. † ACT II. SCENE I N SOUTH-HAMPTON. Enter CHORUS. OW all the youth of England are on fire, And filken dalliance in the wardrobe lies.: Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought Reigns folely in the breast of every man. བ ་,་ O England! model to thy inward greatness, R 5 What I have divided the Acts of this Play differently from all the editions, by beginning bere the fecond Act, whereby each throughout the Play begins with a Chorus, regularly robereas before, this Chorus was stuck into a place where it interrupted the continuance of the Scene, and for want of this divifion they were forc'd to split the one day's battle at Agincourt into two acts, namely the third and fourth. See the note on act 4. Scene 13. What might'ft thou do, that honour would thee do, But fee thy fault France hath in thee found out, With treach'rous crowns, and three corrupted men. Sir Thomas Grey Knight of Northumberland, E'er he take fhip for France. Then in Southampton SCENE II. Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmorland. [Exit. Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold to trust these trai tors. Exe. They fhall be apprehended by and by. Weft. How smooth and even they do bear them felves, As if allegiance in their bofoms fate, Crowned with faith and conftant loyalty. Bed, The King hath note of all that they intend, By interception which they dream not of." 3 we'll digeft Th' abufe of distance: force a play. 1 Exe. Exe. Nay but the man that was his bed-fellow, Whom he hath lull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours! That he should for a foreign purse so fell His Soveraign's life to death and treachery. [Trumpets foundi Enter the King, Scroop, Cambridge, and Grey. K. Henry. Now fits the wind fair, and we will að board. My lord of Cambridge, and my lord of Masham, Will cut their paffage through the force of France? For which we have in head affembled them. Scroop. No doubt, my Liege; if each man do his beft. K. Henry, I doubt not that, fince we are well per- fuaded We carry not a heart with us from hence, That grows not in a fair confent with ours: And leave not one behind, that doth not wish Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd and lovid Grey. True; thofe that were your father's enemies 3 K. Henry, We therefore have great caufe of thank-fulness, And fhall forget the office of our hand; Sooner than quittance of defert and merit,, Scroop. So fervice fhall with fteeled finews toil, K. Henry, K. Henry. We judge no lefs. Uncle of Exeter, Scroop. That's mercy, but too much fecurity: Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too. Grey. You fhew great mercy, if you give him life, After the tafte of much correction. K. Henry. Alas, your too much love and care of me Are heavy orifons 'gainst this poor wretch. If little faults proceeding on diftemper Shall not be wink'd at, how fhall we ftretch our eye When capital crimes, chew'd, fwallow'd and digefted, Appear before us? we'll enlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroop and Grey in their dear care And tender prefervation of our person, Would have him punifh'd. Now to our French causes, Who are the late commiffioners ? Cam. I one, my lord, Your highness bad me ask for it to-day. Scroop. So did you me, my Liege. Grey. And I, my Soveraign. K. Henry. Then Richard Earl of Cambridge there is yours: There yours, lord Scroop of Mafham; and Sir Knight, We will aboard to night. Why, how now gentlemen? So much complexion look ye how they change! Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there› That hath fo cowarded and chas'd your blood Out of appearance? Camb. I confefs my fault, And do submit me to your Highness mercy. Grey, Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal, K. Henry. The mercy that was quick in us but late, By your own counfel is fupprefs'd and kill'd: You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy, For your own reasons turn upon your bofoms, As dogs upon their masters, worrying you. See you my Princes and my noble Peers, Thefe English monfters! my lord Cambridge here,. You know how apt our love was to accord To furnish him with all appertinents Belonging to his honour; and this man Hath for a few light crowns lightly confpir'd, And fworn unto the practices of France To kill us here in Hampton. To the which, This Knight no lefs for bounty bound to us Than Cambridge is, hath likewife fworn. But O! What fhall I fay to thee lord Scroop, thou cruel, Ingrateful, favage, and inhuman creature! Thou that didft bear the key of all my counfels, That knew❜ft the very bottom of my foul, That almoft might'ft have coin'd me into gold, Would't thou have practis'd on me for thy use? May it be poffible, that foreign hire Could out of thee extract one spark of evil That might annoy my finger? 'tis fo ftrange, That though the truth of it ftand off as grofs As black and white, my eye will scarcely fee it. Treafon and murder ever kept together, As two yoak-devils fworn to either's purpose; Working fo grofly in a natural cause, That admiration did not hoop at them. But thou 'gainft all proportion didft bring in Wonder to wait on treason, and on murther : And whatfoever cunning fiend it was That wrought upon thee fo prepoft'roufly, Hath got the voice in hell for excellence: And other devils that fuggeft by-treasons Do What follows to the end of this speech is additional fince the first edition. |