Out of appearance?
Cam.
I do confess my fault;
And do submit me to your highness’ mercy.
Falling on his knees.
| Grey. Scroop. | To which we all appeal. Kneeling. |
K. Hen. rising; all the Lords rise with the King. The mercy that was quick[8] in us but late,
By your own counsel is suppress’d and kill’d:
You must not dare, for shame, to talk of mercy.
See you, my princes and my noble peers,