Page 1633 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

GREY

And I, my royal sovereign. [65]

KING HENRY
Then, Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is yours;
There yours, Lord Scrope 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, [70]
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,
That have so cowarded and chas’d your blood [75]
Out of appearance?

CAMBRIDGE

I do confess my fault,
And do submit me to your highness’ mercy.

GREY, SCROPE
To which we all appeal.

KING HENRY
The mercy that was quick in us but late
By your own counsel is suppress’d and kill’d: [80]
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy;

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 − [85]
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 practices of France, [90]
To kill us here in Hampton: to the which
This knight, no less for bounty bound to us