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For which we have in head affembled them?

Scroop. No doubt, my Liege; if each man do his best. K. Henry. I doubt not that; fince we are well perWe carry not a heart with us from hence,

That grows not in a fair confent with ours:
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish

Succefs and conquest to attend on us.

[fuaded,

Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd, and lov'd,
Than is your Majefty; there's not a subject,
That fits in heart-grief and uneafiness

Under the sweet fhade of your government.

Grey. True; thofe, that were your father's enemies, Have fteept their gauls in honey, and do ferve you With hearts create of duty and of zeal.

[nefs;

K. Henry. We therefore have great cause of thankful-
And fhall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of defert and merit,
According to the weight and worthiness.

Scroop. So fervice fhall with fteeled finews toil;
And labour shall refresh it felf with hope,
To do your Grace inceffant fervices.

K. Henry. We judge no lefs. Uncle of Exeter,
Inlarge the man committed yesterday,
That rail'd against our perfon: we confider,
It was excefs of wine that fet him on,
And on his more advice we pardon him.

Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security:
Let him be punish'd, Soveraign, left example
Breed (by his fuff'rance) more of fuch a kind.
K. Henry. O, let us yet be merciful.

Cam. So may your Highness, and yet punish too. Grey. You fhew great mercy, if you give him life, After the tafte of much correction.

K. Henry. Alas, your too much love and care of me Are heavy orifons 'gainst this poor wretch.

If little faults, proceeding on diftemper,

Shall not be wink'd at, how fhall we ftretch our eye, When capital crimes, chew'd, fwallow'd and digested, Appear before us? we'll yet enlarge that man,

Though

Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey, in their dear care And tender prefervation of our person,

Would have him punish'd. Now to our French caufes, Who are the late Commiffioners ?

Cam. I one, my lord.

Your Highness bad me ask for it to-day.

Scroop. So did you me, my Liege.

Grey. And I, my Soveraign.

[yours:

K. Henry. Then Richard, Earl of Cambridge, there is

There yours, lord Scroop of Mafham; 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 fee you in thofe papers, that you lofe

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 confefs my fault,

And do fubmit 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 counfel is fupprefs'd and kill'd:
You must not dare for fhame to talk of inercy;
For your own reasons turn upon your bofoms,
As dogs upon their mafters, worrying you.
See you, my Princes and my noble Peers,
Thefe English monfters! 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 conspir'd,
And fworn 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 likewife fworn. But O!
What fhall I fay to thee, lord Scroop, thou cruel,
Ingrateful, favage, and inhuman creature!

Thou

Thou, that didft bear the key of all my counfels,
That knew'ft the very bottom of my foul,
That almoft might'ft have coin'd me into gold,
Would'ft thou have practis'd on me for thy ufe:
May it be poffible, that foreign hire

Could out of thee extract one fpark of evil,
That might annoy my finger? 'tis fo ftrange,
That though the truth of it ftand off as grofs
As black and white, my eye will fcarcely fee it.
Treafon and murder ever kept together,
As two yoak-devils fworn to either's purpose:
Working fo grofly in a natural cause,

That admiration did not whoop at them.
But thou, 'gainst all proportion, didft bring in
Wonder to wait on treafon, and on murther:
And whatsoever cunning fiend it was,
That wrought upon thee fo prepoft'roufly,
Hath got the voice in hell for excellence:
And other devils, that fuggeft by-treasons,
Do botch and bungle up damnation,

With patches, colours, and with forms being fetcht
From glift'ring femblances of piety:

But he, that temper'd thee, bad thee ftand

up;

Gave thee no inftance why thou shouldft do treafon,
Unless to dub thee with the name of traitor.
If that fame Dæmon, that hath gull'd 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 fo eafy as that Englishman's.

Oh, how haft thou with jealoufie infected

The sweetness of affiance! Shew men dutiful?.
Why fo didft thou: or feem they grave and learned?
Why fo didft thou: come they of noble family?
Why fo didft thou: feem they religious?
Why fo didft thou: or are they fpare in diet,
Free from grofs paffion or of mirth, or anger,
Conftant in fpirit, nor fwerving with the blood,
Garnish'd and deck'd in modeft compliment,

Not

Not working with the ear, but with the eye, (15)
And but in purged judgment trufting neither?
Such, and fo finely boulted didst thou feem.
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot, (16)
To mark the full-fraught man, the best endu'd,
With fome fufpicion. I will weep for thee.
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man-Their faults are open;
Arreft them to the answer of the law,
And God acquit them of their practices!

Exe. I arreft thee of high treafon, by the name of Richard Earl of Cambridge.

I arreft thee of high treason, by the name of Henry (17) Lord Scroop of Masham.

I

(15) Not working with the Eye without the Ear,] He is here giving the Character of a compleat Gentleman, and fays, he did not truft bis Eye without the Confirmation of his Ear. But was ever any thing fo prepofterous? When Men have Eyefight-proof, they think they have fufficient Evidence, and don't ftay for the Confirmation of an Hear-fay. But prudent Men, on the contrary, won't truft 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 affuredly read,'

Not working with the Ear, but with the Eye. (16) And thus thy Fall hath left a kind of Blot,

To make the full-fraught Man, the best, endued

Mr. Warburton.

With fome fufpicion.] Thus Mr. Pope has stop'd this Paflage. If he understands the Sense of it, as it ftands here, it is more than I do; or if he believes, that, to make a Man endued with Sufpicion, was the Phrase of our Author, I must beg to be excus'd if I have not fo much Credulity. I am perfuaded, I have refcued the Text from the Obfcurity and Corruption it lay under. Our Author has the fame Thought again in his Cymbeline.

So thou, Pofthumus,

Wilt lay the Leven to all proper Men;

Goodly, and gallant, shall be falfe and perjur'd,

From thy great Fail.

I had almost forgot to obferve, that in Timon of Athens, we again meet with mark, employ'd as in this Paffage.

For mine own part,

I never tafted 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 Mafham.] The Blunder of the Editors in the first Folio's led Mr. Rozve and Mr. Pope into

an

I arreft thee of high treafon, 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 feduce,
Although I did admit it as a motive
The fooner to effect what I intended;
But God be thanked for prevention,
Which I in fuff'rance heartily rejoice for,
Befeeching God and you to pardon me.
Grey. Never did faithful fubject more rejoice
At the discovery of moft dangerous treafon,
Than I do at this hour joy o'er my felf,
Prevented from a damned enterprize :

My fault, but not my body, pardon, Soveraign.

K. Henry. God quit you in his mercy! hear your fenYou have confpir'd against our royal perfon, [tence; Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers Receiv'd the golden earneft of our death;

Wherein you would have fold your King to flaughter,
His Princes and his Peers to fervitude,

His fubjects to oppreffion and contempt,
And his whole kingdom into defolation.
Touching our perfon, feek we no revenge;
But we our kingdom's fafety muft fo tender,
Whose ruin you three fought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Go therefore hence,
(Poor miserable wretches) to your death;
The tafte whereof God of his mercy give
You patience to endure; and true repentance
Of all your dear offences! Bear them hence.
Now, lords, for France; the enterprize whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.

[Exeunt.

an Error here: which they might have been aware of, had they either confulted the Chronicles, or the Reading of the old 4to's in this Paffage. Nay, had they but turn'd back to the Chorus at the End of the first Act, they might have found that Lord Maham's Christian Name was Henry, and not Thomas.

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