CAMBRIDGE.
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.
KING HENRY.
Then, Richard Earl of Cambridge, there is yours;
There yours, Lord Scroop of Masham; and, sir knight,
Grey of Northumberland, this same is yours.
Read them, and know I know your worthiness.
My Lord of Westmoreland, and uncle Exeter,
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 have so cowarded and chas'd your blood
Out of appearance?
CAMBRIDGE.
I do confess my fault,
And do submit me to your Highness' mercy.
GREY, SCROOP.
To which we all appeal.
