Glost.
Before God my Lord, his Grace is too bold to trust these traytors.

Exe.
They shalbe apprehended by and by.

Glost.
I but the man that was his bedfellow
Whom he hath cloyed and graced with princely fauours
That he should for a forraine purse, to sell
His Soueraignes life to death and trechery.

Exe.
O the Lord of Massham. Enter the King and three Lords.

King.
Now sirs the windes ^note faire, and we wil aboord;
My Lord of Cambridge, and my Lord of Massham,
And you my gentle Knight, giue me your thoughts,
Do you not thinke the power we beare with vs,
Will make vs conquerors in the field of France?

Masha.
No doubt my Liege, if each man do his best.

Cam.
Neuer was Monarch better feared and loued then is your maiestie.

Gray.
Euen those that were your fathers enemies
Haue steeped their galles in honey for your sake.

King.
We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnesse,
And shall forget the office of our hands:
Sooner then reward and merit ^note,
According to their cause and worthinesse.

Masha.
So seruice shall with steeled sinewes shine,
And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope
To do your Grace incessant seruice.

King.
Vncle of Exeter, enlarge the man
Committed yesterday, that rayled against our person,
We consider it was the heate of wine that set him on,
And on his more aduice we pardon him.

Masha.
That is mercie, but too much securitie:
Let him bee punisht Soueraigne, least the example of him,
Breed more of such a kinde.

King.
O let vs yet be mercifull.

Cam.
So may your highnesse, and punish too.

Gray.
You shew great mercie if you giue him life,
After the taste of his correction.

King.
Alas your too much care and loue of me
Are heauy orisons gainst ^note the poore wretch,
If litle faults proceeding on distemper should not bee winked at,
How should we stretch our eye, when capitall crimes,
Chewed, swallowed and disgested ^note, appeare ^note before vs:
Well yet enlarge the man, tho Cambridge and the rest
In their deare loues, and tender preseruation of our state,
Would haue him punisht.
Now to our French causes.
Who are the late Commissioners?

Cam.
Me one my Lord, your highnesse bad me aske for it to day.

Mash.
So did you me my Soueraigne.

Gray.
And me my Lord.

King.
Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours.
There is yours my Lord of Masham.
And sir Thomas Gray knight of Northumberland, this same is yours:
Read them, and know we know your worthinesse.
Vnckle Exeter, I will aboord to night.
Why how now Gentlemen, why change you colour?
What see you in those papers
That hath so chased your blood out of apparance?

Cam.
I do confesse my fault, and do submit me
To your highnesse mercie.

Mash.
To which we all appeale.

King.
The mercy which was quit in vs but late,
By your owne reasons is forestald and done:
You must not dare for shame to aske for mercy,
For your owne conscience turne vpon your bosomes,
As dogs vpon their maisters worrying them.
See you my Princes, and my noble Peeres,
These English monsters:
My Lord of Cambridge here,
You know how apt we were to grace him,
In all things belonging to his honour:
And this vilde man hath for a fewe light crownes,
Lightly conspired and sworne vnto the practises of France:
To kill vs here in Hampton. To the which,
This knight no lesse in bountie bound to vs
Then Cambridge is, haah ^note likewise sworne.
But oh what shall I say to thee false man,
Thou cruell ingratefull and inhumane creature,
Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsell,
That knewst the very secrets of my heart,
That almost mightest a ^note coyned me into gold,
Wouldest thou a ^note practisde on me for thy vse:
Can it be possible that out of thee
Should proceed one sparke that might annoy my finger?
Tis so strange, that tho the truth doth showe as grose
As black from white, mine eye wil scarcely see it.
Their faults are open, arrest them to the answer of the lawe,
And God acquit them of their practises.

Exe.
I arrest thee of high treason,
By the name of Richard, Earle of Cambridge.
I arest thee of high treason,
By the name of Henry, Lord of Masham.
I arest thee of high treason,
By the name of Thomas Gray, knight of Northumberland,

Mash.
Our purposes God iustly hath discouered,
And I repent my fault more then my death,
Which I beseech your maiestie forgiue,
Altho my body pay the price of it.

King.
God quit you in his mcrcy ^note. Heare your sentence.
You haue conspired against our royall person,
Ioyned with an enemy proclaimed and fixed.
And fr&obar; his coffers receiued the golden earnest of our death

Touching our person we seeke no redresse.
But we our kingdomes safetie must so tender
Whose ruine you haue sought,
That to our lawes we do deliuer you.
Get ye ^note therefore ^note hence: poore miserable creatures to your death,
The taste whereof, God in his mercy giue you
Patience to endure, and true repentance of all your deeds amisse:
Beare them hence. Exit three Lords.
Now Lords to France. The enterprise whereof,
Shall be to you as vs, successiuely.
Since God cut off this dangerous treason lurking in our way
Cheerly to sea, the signes of war aduance:
No King of England, if not King of France. Exit omnes.

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