| ACT II SCENE II | Southampton. A council-chamber. | |
| | Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND | |
| BEDFORD | 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors. | |
| EXETER | They shall be apprehended by and by. | |
| WESTMORELAND | How smooth and even they do bear themselves! | |
| | As if allegiance in their bosoms sat, | 5 |
| | Crowned with faith and constant loyalty. | |
| BEDFORD | The king hath note of all that they intend, | |
| | By interception which they dream not of. | |
| EXETER | Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, | |
| | Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours, | 10 |
| | That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell | |
| | His sovereign's life to death and treachery. | |
| | Trumpets sound. Enter KING HENRY V, SCROOP, CAMBRIDGE, GREY, and Attendants | |
| KING HENRY V | 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: | 15 |
| | Think you not that the powers 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? | |
| SCROOP | No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best. | 20 |
| KING HENRY V | 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. | 25 |
| CAMBRIDGE | Never was monarch better fear'd and loved | |
| | 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. | |
| GREY | True: those that were your father's enemies | 30 |
| | Have steep'd their galls in honey and do serve you | |
| | With hearts create of duty and of zeal. | |
| KING HENRY V | We therefore have great cause of thankfulness; | |
| | And shall forget the office of our hand, | |
| | Sooner than quittance of desert and merit | 35 |
| | According to the weight and worthiness. | |
| SCROOP | So service shall with steeled sinews toil, | |
| | And labour shall refresh itself with hope, | |
| | To do your grace incessant services. | |
| KING HENRY V | We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter, | 40 |
| | 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. | |
| SCROOP | That's mercy, but too much security: | 45 |
| | Let him be punish'd, sovereign, lest example | |
| | Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind. | |
| KING HENRY V | O, let us yet be merciful. | |
| CAMBRIDGE | So may your highness, and yet punish too. | |
| GREY | Sir, | 50 |
| | You show great mercy, if you give him life, | |
| | After the taste of much correction. | |
| KING HENRY V | Alas, your too much love and care of me | |
| | Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch! | |
| | If little faults, proceeding on distemper, | 55 |
| | 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, | 60 |
| | Would have him punished. And now to our French causes: | |
| | Who are the late commissioners? | |
| CAMBRIDGE | I one, my lord: | |
| | Your highness bade me ask for it to-day. | |
| SCROOP | So did you me, my liege. | 65 |
| GREY | And I, my royal sovereign. | |
| KING HENRY V | 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. | 70 |
| | My Lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter, | |
| | We will aboard to night. 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 | 75 |
| | That hath so cowarded and chased your blood | |
| | Out of appearance? | |
| CAMBRIDGE | I do confess my fault; | |
| | And do submit me to your highness' mercy. | |
| GREY | | | 80 |
| | | To which we all appeal. | |
| SCROOP | | | |
| KING HENRY V | 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; | 85 |
| | 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 | 90 |
| | To furnish him with all appertinents | |
| | Belonging to his honour; and this man | |
| | Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspired, | |
| | And sworn unto the practises of France, | |
| | To kill us here in Hampton: to the which | 95 |
| | 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, | 100 |
| | That knew'st the very bottom of my soul, | |
| | That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold, | |
| | Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use, | |
| | May it be possible, that foreign hire | |
| | Could out of thee extract one spark of evil | 105 |
| | 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, | 110 |
| | 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 | 115 |
| | That wrought upon thee so preposterously | |
| | Hath got the voice in hell for excellence: | |
| | All other devils that suggest by treasons | |
| | Do botch and bungle up damnation | |
| | With patches, colours, and with forms being fetch'd | 120 |
| | From glistering 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 | 125 |
| | 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 | 130 |
| | 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, | 135 |
| | 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? | 140 |
| | 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 | 145 |
| | Another fall of man. Their faults are open: | |
| | Arrest them to the answer of the law; | |
| | And God acquit them of their practises! | |
| EXETER | I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of | |
| | Richard Earl of Cambridge. | 150 |
| | 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; | 155 |
| | 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 | 160 |
| | 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 | 165 |
| | 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 V | God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence. | 170 |
| | You have conspired 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, | 175 |
| | 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 | 180 |
| | 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. | 185 |
| | 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 | 190 |
| | 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. | 195 |
| | Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance: | |
| | No king of England, if not king of France. | |
| | Exeunt | |