Bed.
'Fore Heaven, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors.

Exe.
They shall be apprehended by and by.

West.
How smooth and even they do bear themselves!
As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,
Crowned with faith and constant loyalty.

Bed.
The king hath note of all that they intend,
By interception which they dream not of.

Exe.
Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,(A)8Q0062
Whom he hath cloy'd and grac'd with princely favours,—
That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell
His sovereign's life to death and treachery! Distant Trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Scroop, Cambridge, Grey, Lords and Attendants, U.E.L.H.

K. Hen.
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 powers we bear with us
Will cut their passage through the force of France?

Scroop.
No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.

K. Hen.
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,^{1 note}
Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish
Success and conquest to attend on us.

Cam. (R.)
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.

Grey. (R.)
Even those that were your father's enemies
Have steep'd their galls in honey, and do serve you
With hearts create^{2 note} of duty and of zeal.

K. Hen. (C.)
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.
Uncle of Exeter, R.
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,^{3 note} we pardon him.

Scroop. (R.)
That's mercy, but too much security:
Let him be punish'd, sovereign; lest example
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.

K. Hen.
O, let us yet be merciful.

Cam.
So may your highness, and yet punish too.

Grey.
Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him life,
After the taste of much correction.

K. Hen.
Alas, your too much love and care of me
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch!^{4 note}
If little faults, proceeding on distemper,^{5 note}
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye^{6 note}
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: [All take their places at Council table.
Who are the late Commissioners?^{7 note}

Cam. (R. of table.)
I one, my lord:
Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.

Scroop. (R. of table.)
So did you me, my liege.

Grey. (R. of table.)
And me, my royal sovereign.

K. Hen.
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 Westmoreland,—and uncle Exeter,— [L. of table.
We will aboard to-night. (Conspirators start from their places.) 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 hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood
Out of appearance?

Cam.
I do confess my fault;
And do submit me to your highness' mercy. [Falling on his knees.

Grey. Scroop.
To which we all appeal. [Kneeling.

K. Hen. (rising; all the Lords rise with the King.)
The mercy that was quick^{8 note} in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd:
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy.
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 honour; and this man
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspir'd,
And sworn unto the practises 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 did'st bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost might'st have coin'd me into gold,
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^{9 note}
As black from white,^{10 note}
my eye will scarcely see it;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man.—Their faults are open:
Arrest them to the answer of the law;— [Exeter goes to door U.E.L.H, and calls on the the Guard.
And Heaven acquit them of their practises!

Exe. (comes down, R.C.)

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. (R., kneeling.)
Our purposes Heaven justly hath discover'd;
And I repent my fault more than my death.

Cam. (R., kneeling.)
For me,—the gold of France did not seduce;(B)8Q0063
Although I did admit it as a motive
The sooner to effect what I intended:
But Heaven be thanked for prevention;
Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,^{11 note}
Beseeching Heaven and you to pardon me.

Grey. (R. kneeling.)
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 enterprize:
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.

K. Hen. (C.)
Heaven quit you in its 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;(C)8Q0064
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,^{12 note}
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you, therefore, hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
The taste whereof, Heaven of its mercy give you
Patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences!^{13 note}—Bear them hence. [Conspirators rise and exeunt guarded, with Exeter.
Now, Lords, for France; the enterprize whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
Since Heaven so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason, lurking in our way.
Then, forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver
Our puissance^{14 note} into the hand of Heaven,
Putting it straight in expedition.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:(D)8Q0065
No king of England, if not king of France. [Exeunt, U.E.L.H.

Scene II. —FRANCE. A ROOM IN THE FRENCH KING'S PALACE. Trumpets sound. Enter the French King,^{15 note} attended; the Dauphin, the Duke of Burgundy, the Constable, and Others,(E)8Q0066 L.H.

Fr. King (C.)
Thus come the English with full power upon us;
And more than carefully it us concerns^{16 note}
To answer royally in our defences.
Therefore the Dukes of Berry and of Bretagne,
Of Brabant and of Orleans, shall make forth,—
And you, Prince Dauphin,—with all swift despatch,
To line and new repair our towns of war
With men of courage and with means defendant.

Dau. (R.C.)
My most redoubted father,
It is most meet we arm us 'gainst the foe:
And let us do it with no show of fear;
No, with no more than if we heard that England
Were busied with a Whitsun morris-dance:
For, my good liege, she is so idly king'd,
Her sceptre so fantastically borne
By a vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth,
That fear attends her not.

Con. (L.C.)
O peace, prince Dauphin
You are too much mistaken in this king:
With what great state he heard our embassy,
How well supplied with noble counsellors,
How modest in exception,^{17 note} and withal
How terrible in constant resolution,
And you shall find his vanities fore-spent
Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus,
Covering discretion with a coat of folly.

Dau.
Well, 'tis not so, my lord high constable;
But though we think it so, it is no matter:

In cases of defence 'tis best to weigh
The enemy more mighty than he seems:
So the proportions of defence are fill'd.

Fr. King.
Think we King Harry strong;
And, princes, look you strongly arm to meet him.
The kindred of him hath been flesh'd upon us;
And he is bred out of that bloody strain^{18 note}
That haunted us^{19 note} in our familiar paths:
Witness our too much memorable shame
When Cressy battle fatally was struck,
And all our princes captiv'd by the hand
Of that black name, Edward, black prince of Wales;
Whiles that his mountain sire,—on mountain standing,
Up in the air, crown'd with the golden sun,—^{20 note}
Saw his heroical seed, and smil'd to see him
Mangle the work of nature, and deface
The patterns that by Heaven and by French fathers
Had twenty years been made. This is a stem
Of that victorious stock; and let us fear
The native mightiness and fate of him.^{21 note} Enter Montjoy,^{22 note} L.H., and kneels C. to the King.

Mont.
Ambassadors from Henry King of England
Do crave admittance to your majesty.

Fr. King.
We'll give them present audience. (Montjoy rises from his knee.) Go, and bring them. [Exeunt Montjoy, and certain Lords, L.H.
You see this chase is hotly follow'd, friends.

Dau.
Turn head, and stop pursuit; for coward dogs
Most spend their mouths,^{23 note} when what they seem to threaten
Runs far before them. Good my sovereign,

Take up the English short; and let them know
Of what a monarchy you are the head:
Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
As self-neglecting. [French King takes his seat on Throne, R. Re-enter Montjoy, Lords, with Exeter and Train, L.H.

Fr. King.
From our brother England?

Exe. (L.C.)
From him; and thus he greets your majesty.
He wills you, in the awful name of Heaven,
That you divest yourself, and lay apart
The borrow'd glories, that, by gift of heaven,
By law of nature and of nations, 'long
To him and to his heirs; namely, the crown,
And all wide-stretched honours that pertain,
By custom and the ordinance of times
Unto the crown of France. That you may know
'Tis no sinister nor no awkward claim,
Pick'd from the worm-holes of long-vanish'd days,
Nor from the dust of old oblivion rak'd,
He sends you this most memorable line,^{24 note} [Gives a paper to Montjoy, who delivers it kneeling to the King.
In every branch truly demonstrative;
Willing you overlook this pedigree:
And when you find him evenly deriv'd
From his most fam'd of famous ancestors,
Edward the Third, he bids you then resign
Your crown and kingdom, indirectly held
From him the native and true challenger.

Fr. King.
Or else what follows?

Exe.
Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown
Even in your hearts, there will he rake for it:
Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove.
(That, if requiring fail, he will compel):
This is his claim, his threat'ning, and my message;
Unless the Dauphin be in presence here,
To whom expressly I bring greeting too.

Fr. King.
For us, we will consider of this further:

To-morrow shall you bear our full intent
Back to our brother England. [Montjoy rises, and retires to R.

Dau. (R. of throne.)
For the Dauphin,
I stand here for him: What to him from England?

Exe.
Scorn and defiance; slight regard, contempt,
And any thing that may not misbecome
The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.
Thus says my king: an if your father's highness
Do not, in grant of all demands at large,
Sweeten the bitter mock you sent his majesty,
He'll call you to so hot an answer for it,
That caves and womby vaultages of France
Shall chide your trespass,^{25 note} and return your mock
In second accent of his ordnance.

Dau.
Say, if my father render fair reply,
It is against my will; for I desire
Nothing but odds with England: to that end,
As matching to his youth and vanity,
I did present him with those Paris balls.

Exe.
He'll make your Paris Louvre shake for it:
And, be assur'd, you'll find a difference
Between the promise of his greener days
And these he masters now: now he weighs time,
Even to the utmost grain: which you shall read^{26 note}
In your own losses, if he stay in France.

Fr. King.
To-morrow shall you know our mind at full.

Exe.
Despatch us with all speed, lest that our king
Come here himself to question our delay;
For he is footed in this land already.

Fr. King.
You shall be soon despatch'd with fair conditions: [Montjoy crosses to the English party.
A night is but small breath and little pause
To answer matters of this consequence. [English party exit, with Montjoy and others, L.H. French Lords group round the King. Trumpets sound. END OF ACT SECOND.

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