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Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here;
For what you see, is but the smallest part
And least proportion of humanity:

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

Your roof were not sufficient to contain it.

Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;8 He will be here, and yet he is not here:

How can these contrarieties agree?

Tal. That will I show you presently.9

He winds a Horn. Drums heard; then a Peal of Ord-
nance. The Gates being forced, enter Soldiers.
How say you, madam? are you now persuaded,
That Talbot is but shadow of himself?

These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength,
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks;
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,
And in a moment makes them desolate.

Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited,1
And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
For I am sorry, that with reverence

I did not entertain thee as thou art.

Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake

The outward composition of his body.

What you have done, hath not offended me:

No other satisfaction do I crave,

7.

I am but shadow of myself:] So, in King Henry VIII: "I am the shadow of poor Buckingham." Steevens.

This is a riddling merchant &c.] So, in Romeo and Juliet: "What saucy merchant was this?"

See a note on this passage, Act II, sc. iv.

Steevens.

9 That will I show you presently.] The deficient foot in this line may properly be supplied, by reading:

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That, madam, will I show you presently. Steevens.

bruited,] To bruit is to proclaim with noise, to announce loudly. So, in Macbeth:

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But only (with your patience) that we may
Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have;
For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.

Count. With all my heart; and think me honoured To feast so great a warrior in my house.

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[Exeunt.

Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer.2

Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means this silence?

Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

Suf. Within the Temple hall we were too loud;
The garden here is more convenient.

Plan. Then say at once, If I maintain❜d the truth;
Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error?3
Suf 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;

And never yet could frame my will to it;
And, therefore, frame the law unto my will.

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

us.

War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Between two blades, which bears the better temper, Between two horses, which doth bear him best,* Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment: But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.

2 and another Lawyer.] Read-a lawyer. This lawyer was probably Roger Nevyle, who was afterward hanged. See W. Wyrcester, p. 478. Ritson.

3 Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error?] So all the editions. There is apparently a want of opposition between the two questions. I once read;

Or else was wrangling Somerset i' th' right? Johnson. Sir T. Hanmer would read:

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And was not

Steevens.

bear him best,] i. e. regulate his motions most adroitly. So, in Romeo and Juliet:

“He bears him like a portly gentleman," Steevens.

Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
The truth appears so naked on my side,
That any purblind eye may find it out.

Som. And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
So clear, so shining, and so evident,

That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
Plan. Since you are tongue-tied, and so loth to speak,
In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
Let him, that is a true-born gentleman,
And stands upon the honour of his birth,
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,

From off this brier pluck a white rose with me."
Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer,
But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.

War. I love no colours; and, without all colour

5 In dumb significants-] I suspect we should read—significance. Malone.

I believe the old reading is the true one. So, in Love's Labour's Lost: "Bear this significant [i. e. a letter] to the country maid, Jaquenetta." Steevens.

From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.] This is given as the original of the two badges of the houses of York and Lancaster, whether truly or not is no great matter. But the proverbial expression of saying a thing under the rose, I am persuaded came from thence. When the nation had ranged itself into two great factions, under the white and red rose, and were perpetually plotting and counterplotting against one another, then, when a matter of faction was communicated by either party to his friend in the same quarrel, it was natural for him to add, that he said it under the rose; meaning that, as it concerned the faction, it was religiously to be kept secret. Warburton.

This is ingenious! What pity, that it is not learned too!—The rose (as the fables say) was the symbol of silence, and consecrated by Cupid to Harpocrates, to conceal the lewd pranks of his mother. So common a book as Lloyd's Dictionary might have instructed Dr. Warburton in this: "Huic Harpocrati Cupido Veneris filius parentis suæ rosam dedit in munus, ut scilicet si quid licentius dictum, vel actum sit in convivio, sciant tacenda esse omnia. Atque idcirco veteres ad finem convivii sub rosa, Anglicè under the rose, transacta esse omnia ante digressum contestabantur; cujus formæ vis eadem esset, atque ista, Μισῶμα μονα συμποταν. Probant hanc rem versus qui reperiuntur in marmore :

"Est rosa flos Veneris, cujus quo furta laterent
"Harpocrati matris dona dicavit amor.
"Inde rosam mensis hospes suspendit amicis,

"Convivæ ut sub ea dicta tacenda sciant." Upton.

Of base insinuating flattery,

I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet.

Suf. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset; And say withal, I think he held the right.

Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen; and pluck no more, Till you conclude—that he, upon whose side

The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree,
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected;8
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
Plan. And I.

Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case,
I pluck this pale, and maiden blossom here,
Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off;
Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
And fall on my side so against your will.

Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,
And keep me on the side, where still I am.
Som. Well, well, come on: Who else?

Law. Unless my study and my books be false,
The argument you held, was wrong in you; [To Soм.
In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too.

Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument?

Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that,

Shall die your white rose in a bloody red.

Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit our

roses;

For pale they look with fear, as witnessing

The truth on our side.

Som.

No, Plantagenet,

'Tis not for fear; but anger,-that thy cheeks9

7 I love no colours;] Colours is here used ambiguously for tints

and deceits. Johnson.

So, in Love's Labour's Lost: "

I do fear colourable colours."
Steevens.

8 ·well objected;] Properly thrown in our way, justly proposed. Johnson.

9 but anger, that thy cheeks &c.] i. e. it is not for fear that my cheeks look pale, but for anger; anger produced by this circumstance, namely, that thy cheeks blush, &c. Malone.

Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses;
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.

Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
That shall maintain what I have said is true,
Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.

Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,

I scorn thee and thy fashion,' peevish boy.

Suf. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him and thee.

Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole ! We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somer. set;

His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence,

1 I scorn thee and thy fashion,] So the old copies read, and rightly. Mr. Theobald altered it to faction, not considering that by fashion is meant the badge of the red rose, which Somerset said he and his friends would be distinguished by. But Mr. Theobald asks, If faction was not the true reading, why should Suffolk immediately reply

Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.

Why? because Plantagenet had called Somerset, with whom Suffolk sided, peevish boy. Warburton.

Mr. Theobald, with great probability, reads-faction. Plan. tagenet afterwards uses the same word:

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this pale and angry rose

"Will I for ever, and my faction, wear."

In King Henry V, we have pation for paction. We should undoubtedly read-and thy faction. The old spelling of this word was faccion, and hence fashion easily crept into the text.

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So, in Hall's Chronicle, EDWARD IV, fol. xxii: " we ought to beleve to be sent from God, and of hym onely to bee provided a kynge, for to extinguish both the faccions and partes [i. e. parties] of Kyng Henry the VI, and of Kyng Edward the fourth." Malone.

As fashion might have been meant to convey the meaning assigned to it by Dr. Warburton, I have left the text as I found it, allowing at the same time the merit of the emendation offered by Mr. Theobald, and countenanced by Mr. Malone. Steevens.

2 His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence,] The author

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