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K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful.
Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too. Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him life,
After the taste of much correction.
K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch.
If little faults, proceeding on distemper,1
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd, and di
Appear before us?—We'll yet enlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey,-in their
And tender preservation of our person,—
Would have him punish'd. And now to our French
Who are the late 2 commissioners?
Cam. I one, my lord;
Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.
Scroop. So did you me, my liege.
Grey. And me, my royal sovereign.
K. Hen. Then, Richard, earl of Cambridge, there
There yours, lord Scroop of Masham ;-and, sir
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours :
1 i. e. sudden passions.
2 Lately appointed.
Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.—
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
That hath so cowarded and chased your blood
I do confess my fault;
And do submit me to your highness' mercy.
Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.
K. Hen. The mercy, that was quick1 in us but
By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd:
My lord of Cambridge
You know, how apt our love was, to accord
Belonging to his honor; and this man
Hath, for a few light crowns, lightly conspired,
This knight, no less for bounty bound to us
Thou, that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil,
With patches, colors, and with forms, being fetch'd
But he, that temper'd thee, bade thee stand up,
1 Uttered no exclamation of surprise.