Henry V Page #5

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our French causes.

Who are the late commissioners?

I one, my lord.

Your highness bade me

ask for it today. So did you me.

- And I.

- Then, Richard Earl of cambridge, there is yours.

There yours,

Lord Scroop of Masham,

and sir knight, Grey of

Northumberland, this same is yours.

Read them...

and know...

I know your worthiness.

My Lord of Westmoreland,

uncle Exeter, we will aboard tonight.

Why, how now, gentlemen

what see you in those papers

that you lose so much complexion?

I do confess my fault and do

submit me to your highness' mercy.

- To which we all appeal.

- The mercy that was quick in us of late...

by your own counsel

is suppressed and killed.

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.

What shall I say to thee,

Lord Scroop,

thou cruel, ingrateful,

savage and inhuman creature?

Thou knave thou!

Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,

that knewest the very bottom of my soul,

that almost mightst have

coined me into gold,

which thou have practiced

on me for thy use.

May it be possible

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.

So... constant and unspotted

didst thou seem...

that this thy fall

hath left a kind of blot...

to mark

the full-fraught man...

and best indued

with some suspicion.

I will weep for thee.

For this revolt of thine, methinks,

is like another fall of man.

I arrest thee of high treason by the

name of Richard Earl of Cambridge.

I arrest thee of high treason by the name

of Thomas Grey, Knight of Northumberland.

I arrest thee of high treason by the

name of Henry Lord Scroop of Masham.

Hear your sentence.

You have conspired

against our royal person,

joined with an enemy

proclaimed and from his coffers...

received the golden earnest

of our death wherein.

You would have sold your king

to slaughter,

his princes and his peers

to servitude,

his subjects to oppression

and contempt...

and his whole kingdom

into desolation!

Get you 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 offenses.

Bear them hence.

Now, Lords, for France,

the enterprise whereof shall

be to you, as us, like glorious,

since God so graciously hath brought to light

this dangerous treason lurking in our way.

Cheerly to sea.

The signs of war advance.

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