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Unto the camp, and profits will accrue.
Nym. I shall have my noble ?
Re-enter MRS. QUICKLY. Mrs. Quick. As ever you came of women, come in quickly to sir John. Ah, poor heart ! he is so shaked of a burning quotidian tertian, that it is most lamentable to behold. Sweet men, come to him.
Nym. The king hath run bad humors on the knight; that's the even of it.
Pis. Nym, thou hast spoke the right; His heart is fracted, and corroborate. Nym. The king is a good king; but it must be may :
he passes some humors and careers. Pis. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins we will live.
Southampton. A council-chamber. Enter EXETER, BEDFORD, and WESTMORELAND. Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these
traitors. Exe. They shall be apprehended by and by. West. How smooth and even they do bear them
As if allegiance in their bosoms sat,
Bed. The king hath note of all that they intend, By interception which they dream not of.
Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, Whom he hath cloy'd and graced with princely
favors ;That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell His sovereign's life to death and treachery!
HENRY, SCROOP, CAMBRIDGE, GREY, Lords, and Attendants. K. Hen. 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; Doing the execution, and the act, For which we have in head 1 assembled them ? Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his
best. K. Hen. I doubt not that; since we are well per
suaded, We carry not a heart with us from hence, That grows not in a fair concent? with ours;
1 In force.
? Friendly concord.
Nor leave not one behind, that doth not wish
Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd and loved Than is your majesty : there's not, I think, a
subject, That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness Under the sweet shade of your government. Grey. Even those, that were your father's ene
Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil ;
K. Hen. We judge no less.—Uncle of Exeter,
Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security.
i Recompense. 2 On his return to more coolness of mind.
K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful.
· K. Hen. 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 di
gested, Appear before us ?—We'll yet enlarge that man, Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey,—in their
And tender preservation of our person,
Cam. I one, my lord ;
Scroop. So did you me, my liege.
is yours ; There yours. lord Scroop of Masham ;—and, sir
knight, Grey of Northumberland, this is
Ti.e. sudden passions.
2 Lately appointed.
Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.-
lose So much complexion ? look ye, how they change! Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you
there, That hath so cowarded and chased
your blood Out of appearance ? Cam.
I do confess my fault;
Grey. Scroop. To which we all appeal.