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Tal. Ha, ha, ha.
Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shall

turn to moan.
Tal. I laugh to see your ladyfhip so fond,
To think, that you have ought but Talbot's thadow
Whereon to practise your severity.

Coun. Why? art not thou the man?
Tal. I am, indeed.
Count. Then have I fubftance too.

Tal. No, no, I am but fhadow of myself:
You are deceiv'd,


substance is not here ;
For what you see, is but the smallest part
And lealt 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; He will be here, and


he is not here : How can these contrarieties agree?

Tal. That will I shew you presently. Winds his horn ; drums firike up; a peal of Ordnance.

Enter Soldiers.
How say you, Madam ? are you now persuaded,
That Talbot is but fhadow of himself?
These are his substance, finews, arms and strength,
With which he yoaketh your rebellious necks;
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns ;
And in a moment makes ihem desolate.

Count. Victorious Talliot, pardon my abuse ;
I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited,
And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.

my prefumption not provoke thy wrath ;
For, I am sorry, that with reverence
I did not entertain ihee as thou art.

Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconftrue The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake The outward composition of his body.





have done, haih not offended me: Nor other satisfaction do I crave, But only with your patience that we may Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have; For soldiers' ftomachs always serve them well.

Count. With all my heart, and think me honoured To fealt so great a warrior in my house. [Exeunt.

SCENE V. Changes to London, in the Temple garden. Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset,

Suffolk, and others. Plan. REAT lords and gentlemen, what means

this filence? 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 th' error?

Suf. Faith, I have been a truant in the law; I never yet could frame


will to it, And therefore frame the law unto my will. Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then be

tween 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 doch bear him beft, Between two girls, which hath the merriest

eye ; I have, perhaps, fome shallow spirit of judgment : But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,, Good faith, I am no wifer than a daw.

Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance. The truth appears fo naked on my side, That any pur-blind eye may find it out.

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Som. And on my side it is so well apparellid,
So clear, so shining, and so evident,
That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.

Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and soloth 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 briar pluck a white rose with me.

Som. Let him that is no coward, and 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
Of base infinuating 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 fide The fewest roses are crop'd from the tree, Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected ; If I have fewest, I fubscribe 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,
Left, 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.

Somn, Well, well, come on; who else?

-wyer. Unlefs my ftudy and my books be false, The argument, you held, was wrong in


[To Somerset. In fign whereof I pluck a white rose too. Vol. V. Q


Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument?

Som. Here in my scabbard, meditating that
Shall die your white rose to a bloody red.
Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit our

For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
The truth on our side.

Som. No, Plantagenet,
'Tis not for fear, but anger, that thy cheeks
Blush for


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 falfhood.

Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleedingRoses, 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 Falhion, peevish boy.

Suf. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. Plan. Proud Pool, 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 Pool !
We grace the Yeoman by conversing with him.
War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him,

His grandfather was Lyonel Duke of Clarence,
Third fon to the third Edward King of England:
Spring crestless Yeoman from so deep a root ?

* I fiorn thee and thy Fashion, So the old Copies read, and rightly. Mr. Theobald altered it to Faflion, not considering that by Fashion is meant the Badge of the Red-rose, which Somerset said he and his Friends should be distinguish'd by. But Mr. Theobald a'}s, If Fadion was not the true reading, why should Suffolk immediately reply,

Turn riot thy Scorns this way, Plantagenet ? Why? because Plantagenet had called Somerset, with whom Suffolk fided, peevish Boy:



I'll note you


Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege,
Or durft not for his craven heart fay thus.

Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
On any plot of ground in Christendom.
Was not thy father, Richard, Earl of Cambridge,
For treason headed in our late King's days?
And by his treason ftand'st not thou attainted,
Corrupted and exempt from ancient gentry?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood
And, till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman.

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted;
Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
Were growing time once ripend to my will.
For your partaker Pool, and you yourself,


book of memory,
To scourge you * for this apprehension;
Look to it well, and say, you are well warn'd.

Som. Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee ftill,
And know us by these colours for thy foes :
For these my friends, in spight of thee, shall wear.

Plan. And by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
Will I for ever and my

fadion wear;
Until it wither with me to my grave,
Or flourish to the height of my degree.

Suf.. Go forward, and be choak’d with thy ambition:
And so farewel, until I meet thee next. [Exit.
Som. Have with thee, Pool : farewel, ambitious

[Exit. Plan. How I am bray'd, and must perforce endure it!

War. This blot, that they object against your houfe,
Shall be wip'd out in the next Parliament,
Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster:
And if thou be not then created York,
I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Mean time, in lignal of my love to thee,
for this apprehenfion;] Apprehenfion, i. c. Opinion.


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