And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood: Unto the camp, and profits will accrue. Give me thy hand. Nym. I shall have my noble? Pist. In cash most justly paid. Nym. Well, then, that's the humour of 't. Re-enter Hostess. Host. 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 humours on the knight; that's the even of it. Pist. Nym, thou hast spoke the right; His heart is fracted and corroborate. Nym. The king is a good king: but it must be as it may; he passes some humours and careers. 120 130 Pist. Let us condole the knight; for, lambkins, we will live. Scene II. Southampton. A council-chamber. Enter Exeter, Bedford, and Westmoreland. Bed. 'Fore God, his grace is bold, to trust these traitors West. How smooth and even they do bear themselves! Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow, That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell 10 Trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Scroop, Cambridge, K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard. And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts: Think you not that the powers we bear with us For which we have in head assembled them? That grows not in a fair consent with ours, 21 Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd and loved Under the sweet shade of your government. 31 K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness; K. Hen. We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter, Enlarge the man committed yesterday, And on his more advice we pardon him. Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too. 40 if you give him life, 50 You show great mercy, K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me If little faults, proceeding on distemper, Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye care And tender preservation of our person, Would have him punish'd. And now to our French causes : Who are the late commissioners ? 60 Cam. I one, my lord: Your highness bade me ask for it to-day. Scroop. So did you me, my liege. Grey. And I, my royal sovereign. K. Hen. Then, Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is yours; Cam. There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sirknight, Read them; and know, I know your worthiness. Out of appearance? I do confess my fault; And do submit me to your highness' mercy. Grey. To which we all appeal. Scroop. K. Hen. The mercy that was quick in us but late, By your own counsel is suppress'd and kill'd: 80 |