Exe. Nay, but the man that was his bedfellow,[4700]
Whom he hath dull'd and cloy'd with gracious favours,[4700][4701]
That he should, for a foreign purse, so sell[4700]10
His sovereign's life to death and treachery.[4700]
Trumpets sound. Enter King Henry, Scroop, Cambridge, Grey, and Attendants.[4702]
K. Hen. Now sits the wind fair, and we will aboard.
My Lord of Cambridge, and my kind Lord of Masham,[4703]
And you, my gentle knight, give me your thoughts:
Think you not that the powers we bear with us15
Will cut their passage through the force of France,
Doing the execution and the act
For which we have in head assembled them?[4704]
Scroop. No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.
K. Hen. I doubt not that; since we are well persuaded20
We carry not a heart with us from hence
That grows not in a fair consent with ours,[4705]
Nor leave not one behind that doth not wish[4706]
Success and conquest to attend on us.
Cam. Never was monarch better fear'd and loved[4707]25
Than is your majesty: there's not, I think, a subject[4708]
That sits in heart-grief and uneasiness
Under the sweet shade of your government.
Grey. True: those that were your father's enemies[4709]
Have steep'd their galls in honey and do serve you[4710]30
With hearts create of duty and of zeal.
K. Hen. We therefore have great cause of thankfulness;
And shall forget the office of our hand,
Sooner than quittance of desert and merit
According to the weight and worthiness.[4711]35
Scroop. So service shall with steeled sinews toil,
And labour shall refresh itself with hope,
To do your grace incessant services.
K. Hen. We judge no less. Uncle of Exeter,
Enlarge the man committed yesterday,40
That rail'd against our person: we consider
It was excess of wine that set him on;
And on his more advice we pardon him.[4712]