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Scene V.

FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.

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Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.

And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.

Tal. Ha, ha, ha!
Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of

Count. Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth

turn to moan.
men
Could not prevail with all their oratory,

Tal. I laugh to see your ladysbip so fond,
Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd :-

To think that you have aught hut Talbot's shamely
And therefore tell her, I return great thanks ;

Whereon to practise your severity.
And in submission will attend on her.-

Count. Why, art not thou the man?

Tal.
Will not your honours bear me company ?

I an inte
Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will:

Count. Then have I substance too.
And I have heard it said,-Unbidden guests

Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
Are often welcomest when they are gone.

You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here; Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,

For what you see, is but the smallest part I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

And least proportion of humanity:
Come hither, caplain. (Whispers.) –You perceive It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here

, my mind.

Your roof were not sufficient to contain it Cap. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. Count. This is a riddling merchant for å

(Exeunt.

nonce ;
SCENE III.- Auvergne. Court of the castle. How can these contrarieties agree?

He will be here, and yet he is not here:
Enter the Countess and her Porter.

Tal. That will I show you presently.
Count, Porter, remember what I gave in charge ; He winds a horn. Drums heard; then again
And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
Port. Madam, I will.

ordnance. The gates being forced, enter selän

(Eril. Corent. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, How say you, madam? are you now

persuaded I shall as famous be by this exploit,

That Talbot is but shadow of himself? As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.

These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,

With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; And his achievements of no less account;

Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,

And in a moment makes them desolate. To give their censure' of these rare reports.

Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:

I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited;" Enter Messenger and Talbot. And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Mess. Madam,

Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; According as your ladyship desir'd,

For I am sorry, that with reverence

I did not entertain thee as thou art. By message crav'd, so is lord Talbot come. Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady ; nor misconstrue man?

The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake Mess. Madam, it is.

The outward composition of his body.

What
Count.
Is this the scourge of France ? you have done, hath not offended me:

No other satisfaction do I crave,

I = this the Talbot, so ruch sear'd abroad, hat with his name the mothers still their babes?

But only (with your patience,) that we may

Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have; see, report is fabulous and false

For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. thought, I should have seen some Hercules, second Hector, for his grim aspéct.

Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured

To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Ezers nd large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. as! this is a child, a silly dwarf:

SCENE IV.-London. The Temple Gardes. cannot be, this weak and writhled' shrimp,

Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, as Duld strike such terror to his enemies.

Warwick; Richard Plantagenet

, Vernon, and al. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you:

another Lawyer. since your ladyship is not at leisure, sort some other time to visit you.

Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means

this silence ? count. What means he now?-Go ask him whither he goes ?

Dare no man answer in a case of truth? Cess. Stay, my lord Talbot: for my lady craves Suff. Within the Temple

hall we were too loud; now the cause of your abrupt departure. The garden here is more convenient. 1. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth; to certify her, Talbot's here.

Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?

Suff. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;
Re-enter Porter, with keys.

And never yet could frame my will to it; mt. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. And, therefore, frame the law unto my will

. Prisoner! to whom ?

Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then

between us. ent. To me, blood-thirsty lord;

War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher or that cause I train'd thee to my house.

pitch; Eime thy shadow hath been thrall to me, my gallery thy picture hangs:

Between two blades, which bears the better temper; w the substance shall endure the like; vill chain these legs and arms of thine, ast by tyranny, these many years, our country, slain our citizens,

(5) Announced loudly. For opinion. Foolish.

(4) For a purpose.

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But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,

Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.

Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. The truth appears so naked on my side,

War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, That any purblind eye may find it out.

Somerset; Som. And on my side it is so well apparell's, His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, So clear, so shining, and so evident,

Third son to the third Edward king of England; That it will glimmer through a blind man's cye. Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root? Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath to Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege, speak,

Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: Som. By hin that made me, I'll maintain my Let him that is a true-born gentleman,

words And stands upon the honour of his birth,

On any plot of ground in Christendom: If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,

Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. For treason executed in our late king's days?

Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no latterer, And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, But dare maintain the party of the truth,

Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry? Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;

War. I love no colours ;' and, without all colour And, till thou be restor'd thou art a yeoman.
Or base insinuating flattery,

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted; I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor ;

Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset, And say withal, I think he held the right.

Were growing time once ripen'd to my will. Ver. Stay, lords and gentlemen : and pluck no For your partaker Poole, and you yourself, more,

I'll note you in my book of memory, Till you conclude-that he, upon whose side To scourge you for this apprehension :' The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd. Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still : Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected ;And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ; If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear. Plan. And I.

Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Will I for ever, and my faction, wear; Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

Until it wither with me to my grave, Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off; Or flourish to the height of my degree. Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy amAnd fall on my side so against your will."

bition ! Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, And so farewell, until I meet thee next. (Exit. Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,

Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambiAnd keep me on the side where still I am.

tious Richard.

[Exit, Som. Well, well, come on: Who else?

Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce enLaw. Unless my study and my books be false,

dure it! The argument you held, was wrong in you; War. This blot, that they object against your

(To Somerset. house, In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument? Calld for the truce of Winchester and Gloster :

Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, And, if thou be not then created York, Shall die your white rose in a bloody red.

I will not live to be accounted Warwick. Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit Mean time, in signal of my love to thee, our roses;

Against proud Somerset, and William Poole,
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
The truth on our side.

And here I prophesy, -This brawl to-day,
Som.

No, Plantagenet, Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,
'Tis not for fear; but anger,--that thy cheeks, Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses; A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you,

Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ? That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
Son. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet ? Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same.
Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his Law. And so will I.

Plan. Thanks, gentle sir.
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say,
Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding This quarrel will drink blood another day. [Ere.
roses,

SCENE V.-The same. A room in the Tower. That shall maintain what I have said is true, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.

Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair by two Plan. Now by this maiden blossom in my hand,

Keepers. I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.

Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Suff. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him Even like a man new haled from the rack, and thee.

So fare my limbs with long imprisonment: (1) Tints and deceits : a play on the word. (4) The Temple, being a religious house, was z (2) Justly proposed.

sanctuary. (3) i. e. Those who have no right to arms. (5) Excluded. (6) Confederate. (7) Opinion. TOL. 11.

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Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two horses, which doth bear him best;" Between two girls, wvhich hath the merriest eye; I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment;

(2) Wrinkled.

(6) i, e. Reguate his motions most adroitly.

Tal.

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Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,

And sent our sons and husbands captivate. When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.

Tal. Ha, ha, ha! You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. Count, Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shi Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of

turn to moan. men

Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, Could not prevail with all their oratory,

To think that you have aught but Talbot's shado Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd:

Whereon to practise your severity. And therefore tell her, I return great thanks; Count. Why, art not thou the man? And in submission will attend on her.

I am indee Will not your honours bear me company ?

Count. Then have I substance too.
Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will: Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
And I have heard it said,--Unbidden guests You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here;
Are often welcomest when they are gone.

For what you see, is but the smallest part
Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy, And least proportion of humanity :
I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, Come hither, captain. Whispers.) – You perceive It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. Cap. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. Count. This is a riddling merchant for th

(Exeunt.

nonce ;
SCENE III.-Auvergne. Court of the castle. How can these contrarieties agree?

He will be here, and yet he is not here:
Enter the Countess and her Porter.

Tal. That will I show you presently.
Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge ; He winds a horn. Drums heard; then a peal of
And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
Port. Madam, I will.

[Exit.

ordnance. The gates being forced, enter soldiers. Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, That Talbot is but shadow of himself?

How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, I shall as famous be by this exploit, As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.

These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,

With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; And his achievements of no legs account;

Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,

And in a moment makes them desolate. To give their censures of these rare reports.

Count. Victorious Talbot ! pardon my abuse:

I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited ;' Enter Messenger and Talbot,

And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Mess. Madam,

Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath ; According as your ladyship desir'd,

For I am sorry, that with reverence By message cravid, so is lord Talbot come.

I did not entertain thee as thou art. Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue man?

The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake Mess. Madam, it is.

The outward composition of his body. Count.

Is this the scourge of France ? What you have done, hath not offended me: Is this the Talbot, so reuch fear'd abroad,

No other satisfaction do I crave, That with his name the mothers still their babes?

But only (with your patience,) that we may I see, report is fabulous and false,

Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have ; I thought, I should have seen some Hercules,

For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. A second Hector, for his grim aspect,

Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.

To feast so great a warrior in my house. [Exeunt. Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf : It cannot be, this weak and writhled' shrimp,

SCENE IV. London.

The Temple Garden. Should strike such terror to his enemies.

Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you:

Warwick; Richard Plantagenet, Vernon, and But since your ladyship is not at leisure,

another Lawyer. I'll sort some other time to visit you.

Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means Count. What means he now ?--Go ask him

this silence ? whither he goes ?

Dare no man answer in a case of truth? Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot: for my lady craves Suff. Within the Temple

hall we were too loud ; To know the cause of your abrupt departure. The garden here is more convenient.

Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth;
I go to certify her, Talbot's here.

Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error ?
Re-enter Porter, with keys.

Suff. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;

And never yet could frame my will to it; Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Tal. Prisoner! to whom?

Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then Count.

To
me, blood-thirsty lord ;

between us. And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,

pitch; For in my gallery thy picture hangs :

Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; But now the substance shall endure the like;

Between two blades, which bears the better temper; And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, Between two horses, which doth bear him best; That hast by tyranny, these many years,

Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye; Wasted our country, slain our citizens,

I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment; (1) For opinion.

(2) Wrinkled.

(5) Announced loudly. (3) Foolish.

(4) For a purpose. 6) i, e. Reguate his notions most adroitly.

my mind.

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FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.
Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.-

And sent our sons and husbands captivate

. You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.

Tal. Ha, ha, ha!
Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of

Count. Laughest thou, wretch? thy marts men

turn to moan. Could not prevail with all their oratory,

Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so find Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd :

To think that you have aught but Talbue's had
And therefore tell her, I return great thanks ;

Whereon to practise your sererity.
And in submission will attend on her.-

Count. Why, art not thou the man?
Will not your bonours bear me company ?

Tal.

I an
Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will :

Count. Then have I substance too.
And I have heard it said, -Unbidden guests

Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
Are often welcomest when they are gone.

You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here;
Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy, And least proportion of humanity ::

For what you see, is but the smallest part
I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.
Come hither, captain. (Whispers.)-You perceive It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame bere

Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. Cap. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. Count. This is a riddling merchant for i

(Exeunt.

nonce;'
SCENE II. Auvergne. Court of the castle. How can these contrarieties agree?

He will be here, and yet he is not here:
Enter the Countess and her Porter.
Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge; He winds a horn. Druns heard; then e

Tal. That will I show you presently

. And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me. ordnance. The gates being forced, enter sdän Port. Madam, I will.

[Exil.
Corent. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, How say you, madam? are you now persuadet
I shall as famous be by this exploit,

That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.

These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strena
Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,

With which he yoketh your rebellious necks;
And his achievements of no less account;

Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,
Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,

And in a moment makes them desolate.
To give their censure' of these rare reports.

Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:

I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited; Enter Messenger and Talbot. And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Mess. Madam,

Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; According as your ladyship desir'd,

For I am sorry, that with reverence By message cray'd, so is lord Talbot come.

I did not entertain thee as thou art. Count. And he is welcome. What is this the Tal

. Be not dismay'd,

fair lady; nor misconstre man ?

The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake Mess. Madam, it is.

The outward composition of his body. Count.

Is this the scourge of France ? What you have done, hath not offended me: = this the Talbot, so rzuch fear'd abroad,

No other satisfaction do I crave, hat with his name the mothers still their babes?

But only (with your patience,) that we may see, report is fabulous and false,

Taste of your wine, and see what cates you bare; -hought, I should have seen some Hercules,

For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. second Hector, for his grim aspect,

Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured d large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Ezerest

. s! this is a child, a silly dwarf: annot be, this weak and writhledshrimp,

SCENE IV.-London. The Temple Gardes

, uld strike such terror to his enemies.

Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, mas . Madam, I have been bold to trouble you:

Warwick; Richard Plantagenet, Vernon, and

another Lawyer. since your ladyship is not at leisure, ort some other time to visit you.

Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means unt. What means he now?-Go ask him

this silence ? whither he goes ?

Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
=s. Stay, my lord Talbot: for my lady craves Suff. Within the Temple hall we were too loud;

w the cause of your abrupt departure. The garden here is more convenient.
Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth;
certify her, Talbot's here.

Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?

Suff. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;
Re-enter Porter, with keys.

And never yet could frame my will to it;
. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. And, therefore, frame the law unto my will.
Prisoner! to whom?

Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then

between us. To me, blood-thirsty lord ; Ehat cause I train'd thee to my house. War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher

pitch; e the shadow hath been thrall to me,

Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; - gallery thy picture hangs:

Between two blades, which bears the better temper; the substance shall endure the like;

Between two horses, which doth bear him best;* chain these legs and arms of thine,

Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye; by tyranny, these many years,

I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment; ar country, slain our citizens,

Announced loudly. s opinion. olish.

(4) For a purpose.

Scene V.
FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.

11 But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,

Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.

Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. The truth appears so naked on my side,

War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, That any purblind eye may find it out.

Somerset; Som. And on my side it is so well apparellid, His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, So clear, so shining, and so evident,

Third son to the third Edward king of England; That it will glimmer through a blind man's cye. Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root? Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath to Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege, 4 speak,

Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: Som. By hirn that made me, I'll maintain my Let him that is a true-born gentleman,

words And stands upon the honour of his birth, On any plot of ground in Christendom : If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,

Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. For treason executed in our late king's days ?

Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, But dare maintain the party of the truth,

Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry? Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;

War. I love no colours ;' and, without all colour And, till thou be restor'd thou art a yeoman.
Of base insinuating flattery,

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted; I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. Condemnd to die for treason, but no traitor;

Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset, And say withal, I think he held the right.

Were growing time once ripend to my will. Ver. Stay, lords and gentlemen : and pluck no For your partaker Poole, and you yourself, more,

I'll note you in my book of memory, Till you conclude that he, upon whose side To scourge you for this apprehension :: The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd. Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still : Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected ;' And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ; If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear. Plan. And I.

Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Will I' for ever, and my faction, wear ; Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

Until it wither with me to my grave, Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off ; Or flourish to the height of my degree. Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy amAnd fall on my side so against your will."

bition ! Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit. Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,

Som. Have with thec, Poole.-Farewell, ambiAnd keep me on the side where still I am.

tious Richard.

(Exit. Som. Well, well, come on: Who else?

Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce enLaw. Unless my study and my books be false,

dure it! The argument you held, was wrong in you;

War. This blot, that they object against your

[To Somerset. house, In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. Shall be wip'd 'out in the next parliament, Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument? Calld for the truce of Winchester

and Gloster : Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, And, if thou be not then created York, Shall die your white rose in a bloody red.

I will not live to be accounted Warwick. Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit Mean time, in signal of my love to thee, our roses;

Against proud Somerset, and William Poole,
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
The truth on our side.

And here I prophesy,---This brawl to-day,
Som.

No, Plantagenet, Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,
'Tis not for fear ; but anger,--that thy cheeks, Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses ; A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you,

Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset? That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet ? Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same.
Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his Law. And so will I.
truth;

Plan. Thanks, gentle sir.
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say,
Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding This quarrel will drink blood another day. (Exe.

roses, That shall maintain what I have said is true,

SCENE V.-The same. A room in the Tower. Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.

Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair by two Plan. Now by this maiden blossom in my hand,

Keepers. I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.

Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Syif. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. Plan, Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him Even like a man new haled from the rack, and thee.

So fare my limbs with long imprisonment": (1) Tints and deceits : a play on the word. (4) The Temple, being a religious house, was a (2) Justly proposed.

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my mind.

Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,

And sent our sons and husbands captivate. When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.

Tal. Ha, ha, ha! You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shall Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of

turn to moan. men

Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, Could not prevail with all their oratory,

To think that you have aught but l'albot's shadow, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd :

Whereon to practise your severity. And therefore tell her, I return great thanks ;

Co Why, art not thou the man? And in submission will attend on her.

Tal.

I am indeed. Will not your honours bear me company ?

Count. Then have I substance too.
Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will: Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
And I have heard it said,-Unbidden guests You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here;
Are often welcomest when they are gone.

For what you see, is but the smallest part
Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy, And least proportion of humanity:
I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, Come hither, captain. (Whispers.)-You perceive It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. Cap. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. Count. This is a riddling merchant for the

(Exeunt. nonce ;*

He will be here, and yet he is not here: SCENE III.-Auvergne. Court of the castle. How can these contrarieties agree ? Enter the Countess and her Porter.

Tal. That will I show you presently. Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge ; He winds a horn. Drums heard; then a peal of And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me.

ordnance. The gates being forced, enter soldiers. Port. Madam, I will.

(Erit. Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, That Talbot is but shadow of himself"?

How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, I shall as famous be by this exploit, As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.

These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,

With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; And his achievements of no less account;

Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,

And in a moment makes them desolate. To give their censure' of these rare reports.

Count. Victorious Talbot ! pardon my abuse:

I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited ;' Enter Messenger and Talbot.

And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Mess. Madam,

Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath ; According as your ladyship desir'd,

For I am sorry, that with reverence

I did not entertain thee as thou art.
By message crav'd, so is lord Talbot come.
Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the

Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue man?

The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake Mess. Madam, it is.

The outward composition of his body. Corent.

Is this the scourge of France ? What you have done, hath not offended me: Is this the Talbot, so such fear'd abroad,

No other satisfaction do I crave, That with his name the mothers still their babes ?

But only (with your patience,) that we may I see, report is fabulous and false,

Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have; I thought, I should have seen some Hercules,

For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. A second Hector, for his grim aspect,

Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.

To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Exeunt. Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf: It cannot be, this weak and writhled? shrimp,

SCENE IV.-London. The Temple Garden. Should strike such terror to his enemies.

Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you:

Warwick; Richard Plantagenet, Vernon, and But since your ladyship is not at leisure,

another Lawyer. I'll sort some other time to visit you.

Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means Count. What means he now?-Go ask him

this silence ? whither he goes ?

Dare no man answer in a case of truth? Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot: for my lady craves Suff. Within the Temple hall we were too loud; To know the cause of your abrupt departure. The garden here is more convenient.

Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth;
I go to certify' her, Talbot's here.

Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error ?
Re-enter Porter, with keys.

Suff. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;

And never yet could frame my will to it; Cout. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Tal. Prisoner! to whom?

Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord ;

between us. And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,

pitch; For in my gallery thy picture hangs :

Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; But now the substance shall endure the like; Between two blades, which bears the better temper; And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, Between two horses, which doth bear him best ;* That hast by tyranny, these many years,

Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye; Wasted our country, slain our citizens,

I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment; (1) For opinion. (2) Wrinkled. (5) Announced loudly. Foolish. (4) For a purpose.

(6) i, e. Regulate his motions most adroitly.

But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,

Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.

Soin. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole. Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. The truth appears so naked on my side,

War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, That any purblind eye may find it out.

Somerset; Som. "And on my side it is so well apparell's, His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, So clear, so shining, and so evident,

Third son to the third Edward king of England ; That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Spring crestless yeumen from so deep a root ? Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath to Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege,* speak,

Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : Som. By hin that made me, I'll maintain my Let him that is a true-born gentleman,

words And stands upon the honour of his birth,

On any plot of ground in Christendom : If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,

Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. For treason executed in our late king's days ?

Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, But dare maintain the party of the truth,

Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;

War. I love no colours ;' and, without all colour And, till thou be restor'd thou art a yeoman.
Of base insinuating fattery,

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted; I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor ;

Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
And say withal, I think he held the right. Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
Ver. Stay, lords and gentlemen : and pluck no For your partakere Poole, and you yourself,
more,

I'll note you in my book of unemory,
Till you conclude that he, upon whose side To scourge you for this apprehension ::
The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd.
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still : Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected;? And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ; If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear. Plan. And I.

Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Will f' for ever, and my faction, wear ; Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

Until it wither with me to my grave, Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off; Or flourish to the height of my degree. Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy amAnd fall on my side so against your will.

bition ! Ver. Ifl, my lord, for my opinion bleed, And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit. Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,

Som. Have with thee, Poole.--Farewell, ambiAnd keep me on the side where still I am.

tious Richard.

(Exit. Som. Well, well, come on: Who else?

Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce enLaw. Unless my study and my books be false,

dure it! The argument you held, was wrong in you; War. This blot, that they object against your

(To Somerset. house, In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. Shall be wip'd 'out in the next parliament,

Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument? Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster :

Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, And, if thou be not then created York, Shall die your white rose in a bloody red.

I will not live to be accounted Warwick. Plan. Mean time, your cheeks' do counterfeit Mean time, in signal of my love to thee, our roses;

Against proud Somerset, and William Poole, For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Will I upon thy party wear this rose: The truth on our side.

And here I prophesy, -This brawl to-day, Som.

No, Plantagenet, Grown to this faction in the Temple garden, 'Tis not for fear ; but anger,--that thy cheeks, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses;

A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you,

Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ? That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
Son. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet ? Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same.
Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his Law. And so will I.
truth;

Plan. Thanks, gentle sir.
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say,
Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding This quarrel will drink blood another day. (Exe.
roses,

SCENE V.-The same. A room in the Tower, That shall maintain what I have said is true,

Enter Mortimer, brought in & chair by two Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.

Keepers.
Plan. Now by this maiden blossom in my hand,
I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.

Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
Suff. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him Even like a man new haled from the rack,
and thee.

So fare my limbs with long imprisonment: (1) Tints and deceits : a play on the word. (4) The Temple, being a religious house, was a 12) Justly proposed.

sanctuary. 13) i. e. Those who have no right to arms. (5) Excluded. (6) Confederate. (7) Opinion.

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