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SCENE 1.-Southampton Harbour. Enter Exeter, WestMORELAND, GLOSTER, and Bed.
FORD, L. Glost. 'Fore Heaven, his grace is bold to trust these
traitors. Exe. They shall be apprehended by and bye. West. How smooth and even they do bear them
selves, 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, Whom he hath cloy'd and graced with princely fa
vours, That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell His sovereign's life to death and treachery !
[Flourish of Drums and Trumpets. Enter Guards, HERALDS, KING HENRY, CAMBRIDGE,
SCROOP, GREY, and Lords, L. 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. (L.) No doubt, my liege, if each man do his
best. K. IIen. I doubt not that; since we are well per
suaded, 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. Cam. (L.) Never was monarch better fear'd ad
loved, Than is your majesty ; there's not a subject, That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
Under the sweet shade of your government.
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security :
K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful. Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish toó. Grey. You show great mercy, if you give him life, After the taste of much correction.
K. Hen. 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. Now to our French
Cam. one, my lord ;
Scroop. So did you me, my liege.
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, We will aboard to-night.-Why, how now, gentle
men ? 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 chased your blood
Out of appearance ?
Cam. I confess my fault;
Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.
K. Hen. The mercy, that was quick in us but late, By your own counsel is suppress'd and killid : You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy. See you, my princes, and my noble peers, These English monsters! My lord Cambridge, 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 conspired, 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 bottone of my soul, That almost might'st 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, That might annoy my finger ? 'Tis so strange, That, though the truth of it stands off as gross As black from white, my eye will scarcely see it. If that same demon, that hath gullid 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 Englisbman's.Their faults are open: Arrest them to the answer of the law; And Heaven acquit them of their practices ! Exe. [Crosses to L.] 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 paine of Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland.
Scroop. Our purposes Heaven 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.
Cam. For me, the gold of France did not seduce;
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
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 unto desolation.Touching our person, seek we no revenge; But we our kingdom's safety must so tender, Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws We do deliver you. Go therefore hence, Poor miserable wretches, to your death; The taste whereof, Heaven, of his mercy, give You patience to endure; and true repentance Of all your dear offences !-Bear them hence,
[Exeunt Grey, SCROOP, and CAMBRIDGE, guarded, L. Now, lords, for France; the enterprise whereof Shall be to you, as us, like glorious. Then, forth, dear countrymen, Putting it straight in expedition ; Cheerly to sea ; the signs of war advance; No king of England, if not king of France.
[Flourish.—Exeunt through Archway.
SCENE II.-Before the Boar's Head Tavern, in
Enter Nym, BARDOLPH, Pistol, MRS. QUICKLY, and
Boy, from the Tavern, D. in F. Quick. (L.) 'Pr'ythee, honey-sweet husband, let me 'bring thee to Staines.
Pis. (L. C.) No; for my manly heart doth yearn.
Bardolph, be blithe ;-Nym, rouse thy vaunting veins; Boy, bristle thy courage up ;- for Falstaff he is dead, And we must yearn therefore.
Bard. (R. c.) 'Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is, either in heaven or in hell!
Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in bell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o’the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen. How, now, sir John ? quoth I: What, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out, Heaven, heaven, heaven, three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him, 'a should not think of heaven; I hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, and all was as cold as any stone.
Nym. (R.) They say he cried out of sack. Quick. Ay, that 'a did. Bard. And of women. Quick. Nay, that 'a did not. Boy. (L.) Yes, that 'a did; and said, they were de. vils incarnate.
Quick. 'A never could abide carnation ; 'twas a colour he never liked.
Boy. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women.
Quick. 'A did in some sort, indeed, handle women: but then he was rheumatic, and talked of the whore of Babylon.
Boy. Do you not remember 'a saw a flea stick upon Bardolph's nose ; and 'a said, it was a black soul burn. ing in hell-fire ?
Bard. Well, the fuel is gone that maintained that fire: that's all the riches I got in his service.
Nym. Shall we shog off? The king will be gone from Southampton.
Pist. Come, let's away.-My love, give me thy lips. Look to my chattels, and my moveables : Go, clear thy crystals.-Yoke-fellows in arms, Let us to France ! like horse-leeches, my boys,