Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too.
Grey. Sir, you show great mercy, if you give him life,
After the taste of much correction.
K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me
Are heavy orisons ’gainst this poor wretch![4]
If little faults, proceeding on distemper,[5]
Shall not be wink’d at, how shall we stretch our eye[6]
When capital crimes, chew’d, swallow’d, and digested,
Appear before us?—We’ll yet enlarge that man,
Though Cambridge, Scroop, and Grey,—in their dear care