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Doing the execution and the act
For which we have in head assembled them?
Scroop. No doubt, my Liege ; if each man do his best.
K. Henry. I doubt not that; since we are well per-
We carry not a heart with us from hence, [suaded,
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. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov’d,
Thạn is your Majesty; there's not a subject,
That fits in heart-grief and uneasiness
Under the sweet shade of your government,
Grey. True; those, that were your father's enemies, Have steept their gauls in honey, and do serve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal.
K. Henry. We therefore have great cause of thankful-
And shall forget the office of our hand, [ness;
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit,
According to the weight and worthiness.
Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil
And labour shall refresh it self with hope,
To do your Grace incessant services.
K. Henry. We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter,
Inlarge 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 we pardon him.
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security :
Let him be punishid, Soveraign, lest example
Breed (by his suffrance) more of such a kind.
K. Henry. O, let us yet be merciful.
Cam. So may your Highness, and yet punish too.
Grey. You sew great mercy, if you give him life, ,
After the taste of much correction.
K. Henry. Alas, your too much love and care of me Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch. If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye, 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 punishd. Now to our French causes,
Who are the late Commiflioners ?
Cam. I one, my lord.
Your Highness bad me ask for it to-day.
Scroop. So did you me, iny Liege.
Grey. And I, my Soveraign.
K. Henry. Then Richard, Earl of Cambridge, there is
There yours, lord Scroop of Majham ; and Sir Knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this fame is yours ;
Read them, and know, I know your worthiness.
My lord of Westmorland and uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to night. Why, how now, gentlemen?
What see you in those papers,
So much complexion ? look ye, how they change!
Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there,
That hath fo cowarded, and chas'd your blood
Out of appearance ?
Cam. I confess
And do submit me to your Highness' mercy.
Grey. Scroop. To which we all.appeal.
K. Henry. The mercy, that was quick in us but late, By your own counsel is fupprefs'd and killed: You must not dare for shame to talk of inercy; For your own reasons turn upon your bosoms, As dogs upon their masters, worrying you. See you, my Princes and my noble Peers, These English monsters! my lord 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 conspird, And sworn unto the practices of France To kill us here in Hampton. To the which, This Knight, no lefs for bounty bound to us Than Cambridge is, hath likewise sworn. But O! What shall I lay to thee, lord Scroop, thou cruel, Ingrateful, favage, and inhuman creature !
Thou, that didît bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul, ,
That almoft might'st have coin'd me into gold,
Would'ft thou have practis'd on me for thy use:
May it be poflible, 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 stand off as gross
As black and white, my eye will scarcely see it.
Treason and murder ever kept together,
As two yoak-devils sworn to either's purpose:
Working so grolly in a natural cause,
That admiration did not whoop at them.
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didst bring in
Wonder to wait on treason, and on murther :
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
That wrought upon thee so prepostrously,
Hath got the voice in hell for excellence:
And other devils, that suggest by-treasons,
Do botch and bungle up damnation,
With patches, colours, and with forms being fetcht
From glist'ring semblances of piety:
But he, that temper'd thee, bad thee stand up;
Gave thee no instance why thou shouldft do treason,
Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that same Dæmon, that hath gulld thee thus,
Should with his Lion-gate walk the whole world,
He might return to vafty Tartar back,
And tell the legions, I can never win
A foul so easy as that Englishman's.
Oh, how haft thou with jealousie infected
The sweetness of affiance! Shew men dutiful
Why so didst thou: or seem they grave and learned?
Why so didst thou: come they of noble family?
Why so didst thou: seem they religious?
Why so didst thou: or are they fpare in diet,
Free from gross paffion or of mirth, or anger,
Constant in spirit, nor swerving with the blood,
Garnish'd and deck'd in mode it compliment,
Not working with the ear, but with the eye, (15)
And but in purged judgment trusting neither?'
Such, and so finely boulted didst thou seem.
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, (16)
To mark the full-fraught man, the best endu'd,
With some fufpicion. I will weep for thee.
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man-Their faults are open ;
Arrest them to the answer of the law,
And God acquit them of their practices !
Exe. 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 (17) Lord Scroap of Masham.
(15) Not working with the Eye without the Ear,] He is here giving the Character of a compleat Gentleman, and says, he did not trust bis Eye without the Confirmation of his Ear. But was ever any thing fo prepofterous ? When Men have Eyesight-proof, they think they have sufficient Evidence, and don't stay for the Confirmation of an Hear-say. But prudent Men, on the contrary, won't trust the Credit of the Ear, till it be confirmed by the Demonstration of the Eye. And this is that Conduct for which the King would here commend him. So that we must assuredly read,
Not working with the Ear, but with the Eye. Mr. Warburton. (16) And thus thy Fall hath left a kind of Blot,
To make the full-fraught Man, the best, endued
With some fufpicion.) Thus Mr. Pope has stop'd this Passage. If he understands the Sense of it, as it stands here, it is more than I do; or if he believes, that, to make a Man endued with Suspicion, was the Phrase of our Author, I must beg to be excusd if I have not so much Credulity. I am persuaded, I have rescued the Text from the Obscurity and Corruption it lay under. Our Author has the same Thought again in his Cymbeline.
So thou, Pofthumus,
Wilt lay the Leven to all proper Men ;
Goodly, and gallant, shall be false and perjurd,
From thy great Fail. I had almost forgot to observe, that in Timon of Athens, we again meet with mark, employ'd as in this Passage.
For mine own part,
I never tasted Timon in my Life ;
Nor any of his Bounties came o'er me,
To mark me for his friend. (17) by the name of Thomas Lord Scroop of Malham.] The Blunder of the Editors in the first Folio's led Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope into
I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, Knight of Northumberland,
Scroop. Our purposes God juftly hath discoyer'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,
Although I did admit it as a motive
The sooner to effect what I intended;
But God be thanked for prevention,
Which I in suff’rance heartily rejoice for,
Beseeching God and you to pardon me.
Grey. Never did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason,
Than I do at this hour joy o'er
Prevented from a damned enterprize :
My fault, but not my body, pardon, Soveraign.
K. Henry. God quit you in his mercy! hear your sen-
You have conspir'd against our royal person, (tence;
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 Naughter,
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 ;
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 God of his mercy give
You patience to endure; and true repentance
Of all your dear offences ! Bear them hence. [Exeunt.
Now, lords, for France; the enterprize whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
an Error here: which they might have been aware of, had they either consulted the Chronicles, or the Reading of the old 4to's in this Passage. Nay, had they but turn'd back to the Chorus at the End of the first Act, they might have found that Lord Masham's Christian Name was Henry, and not Thomas.