Would have him punish'd. And now to our French causes: 60
Who are the late commissioners?
Cam. I one, my lord:
Your highness bade me ask for it to-day.
Scroop. So did you me, my liege. 64
Grey. And I, my royal sovereign.
K. Hen. Then, Richard, Earl of Cambridge, there is yours;
There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours: 68
Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.
My Lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter,
We will aboard to-night. Why, how now, gentlemen!
What see you in those papers that you lose 72
So much complexion? Look ye, how they change!
Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there,
That hath so cowarded and chas'd your blood
Out of appearance?
Cam.I do confess my fault, 76
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
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, 84
These English monsters! My Lord of Cambridge here,
You know how apt our love was to accord
61 the late commissioners: those lately commissioned
63 it: i.e., his commission
79 quick: alive
86 apt: ready
accord: consent
