Another fall of man.--Their faults are open:
Arrest them to the answer of the law;--

[_EXETER goes to door U.E.L.H, and calls on the Guard._

And Heaven acquit them of their practises!

_Exe._ (_comes down, R.C._) I arrest thee of high treason, by the name
of Richard earl of Cambridge.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Henry lord Scroop of
Masham.

I arrest thee of high treason, by the name of Thomas Grey, knight, of
Northumberland.

_Scroop._ (_R., kneeling._)
Our purposes Heaven justly hath discover'd;
And I repent my fault more than my death.

_Cam._ (_R., kneeling._)
For me,--the gold of France did not seduce;(B)
Although I did admit it as a motive
The sooner to effect what I intended:
But Heaven be thanked for prevention;
Which I in sufferance heartily will rejoice,[11]
Beseeching Heaven and you to pardon me.

_Grey._ (_R. kneeling._) Never did faithful subject more rejoice
At the discovery of most dangerous treason
Than I do at this hour joy o'er myself,
Prevented from a damned enterprize:
My fault, but not my body, pardon, sovereign.

_K. Hen._ (C.) Heaven quit you in its mercy! Hear your sentence.
You have conspir'd against our royal person,
Join'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his coffers
Receiv'd the golden earnest of our death;
Wherein you would have sold your king to slaughter,
His princes and his peers to servitude,
His subjects to oppression and contempt,
And his whole kingdom into desolation.
Touching our person, seek we no revenge;(C)
But we our kingdom's safety must so tender,[12]
Whose ruin you three sought, that to her laws
We do deliver you. Get you, therefore, hence,
Poor miserable wretches, to your death:
The taste whereof, Heaven of its mercy give you
Patience to endure, and true repentance
Of all your dear offences![13]--Bear them hence.

[_Conspirators rise and exeunt guarded, with EXETER._

Now, Lords, for France; the enterprize whereof
Shall be to you, as us, like glorious.
We doubt not of a fair and lucky war,
Since Heaven so graciously hath brought to light
This dangerous treason, lurking in our way.
Then, forth, dear countrymen: let us deliver
Our puissance[14] into the hand of Heaven,
Putting it straight in expedition.
Cheerly to sea; the signs of war advance:(D)
No king of England, if not king of France.

[_Exeunt, U.E.L.H._

[Footnote I