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Scene II IT
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,
Crowned with faith and constant loyalty. [5]
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 −
That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell [10]
His sovereign’s life to death and treachery!
Trumpets sound.
Enter King Henry, Scrope, Cambridge, and Grey.
KING HENRY
Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.
My Lord of Cambridge, and my king Lord of Masham,
And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts:
Think you not that the powers we bear with us [15]
Will cut their passage through the force of France,
Doing the execution and the act
For which we have in head assembled them?
