Scroop. That's mercy, but too much security:
Let him be punish'd, sovereign, lest example45
Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
K. Hen. O, let us yet be merciful.[4713]
Cam. So may your highness, and yet punish too.
Grey. Sir,[4714]
You show great mercy, if you give him life,[4714]50
After the taste of much correction.
K. Hen. Alas, your too much love and care of me
Are heavy orisons 'gainst this poor wretch!
If little faults, proceeding on distemper,
Shall not be wink'd at, how shall we stretch our eye55
When capital crimes, chew'd, swallow'd and digested,
Appear before us? We'll yet enlarge that man,[4715]
Though Cambridge, Scroop and Grey, in their dear care
And tender preservation of our person,
Would have him punish'd. And now to our French causes:[4716]60
Who are the late commissioners?[4717]
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.[4718]65
K. Hen. Then, Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is yours;
There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir knight,[4719]
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours:
Read them; and know, I know your worthiness.
My Lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter,70
We will aboard to night. Why, how now, gentlemen!
What see you in those papers that you lose
So much complexion? Look ye, how they change!
Their cheeks are paper. Why, what read you there,
That hath so cowarded and chased your blood[4720]75
Out of appearance?
Cam. I do confess my fault;[4721]
And do submit me to your highness' mercy.