Henry V Page #4

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preparation,

shake in their fear...

and with pale policy seek

to divert the English purposes.

Oh, England, model

to thy inward greatness.

Like a little body

with a mighty heart.

What mightst thou do

that honor would thee do...

were all thy children

kind and natural?

But see, thy fault France

hath in thee found out.

A nest of hollow bosoms which he

fills with treacherous crowns...

and three corrupted men.

One, Richard Earl of Cambridge,

and the second,

Henry Lord Scroop of Masham,

and the third, Sir Thomas Grey, knight,

of Northumberland,

have for the gilt of France...

oh, guilt indeed...

confirmed conspiracy

with fearful France,

and by their hands

this grace of kings must die,

ere he take ship for France.

The traitors are agreed.

The king is set from London,

and the scene

is now transported, gentles,

to Southhampton.

Before God, his grace is bold

to trust these traitors.

They shall be apprehended

by and by.

How smooth and even

they do bear themselves,

as if allegiance in their bosoms sat

crowned with faith and constant loyalty.

The king hath note of all they intend by

interception which they dream not of.

Nay, but the man

that was his bedfellow,

whom he hath dulled and cloyed

with gracious favors...

That he should,

for a foreign purse,

so sell his sovereign's life

to death and treachery.

Now sits the wind fair,

and we will aboard.

My lord of Cambridge

and my kind lord of Masham...

and you, my gentle knight,

give me your thoughts.

Think you not that

the powers we bear with us...

will cut their passage

through the force of France?

No doubt, my liege, if each man

do his best. I doubt not that.

Never was monarch better feared

and loved than is your majesty.

We therefore have great

cause of thankfulness.

Uncle of Exeter, enlarge the

man committed yesterday...

that railed against

our person.

We consider it was excess of

wine that set him on,

And on his more advice

we pardon him.

That's mercy,

but too much security.

Let him be punished, lest example breed

by his sufferance, more of such a kind.

Oh, let us yet be merciful.

So may your highness,

and yet punish too.

Sir, you show great mercy

if you give him life...

after the taste

of much correction.

Alas, your too much love

and care of me...

are heavy orisons

against this poor wretch.

If little faults proceeding on

distemper shall not be winked at,

how shall we stretch our eye

when capital crimes, chewed,

swallowed 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 punished.

And now to

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