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Tal. Ha, ha, ha.
turn to moan.
Coun. Why? art not thou the man?
Tal. No, no, I am but fhadow of myself:
substance is not here ;
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.
Count. Victorious Talliot, pardon my abuse ;
my prefumption not provoke thy wrath ;
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.
Som. And on my side it is so well apparellid,
Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and soloth to speak
Som. Let him that is no coward, and no flatterer,
War. I love no colours; and without all colour
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,
Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
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
Som. No, Plantagenet,
shame to counterfeit our Roses ; And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
Plan. Hath not thy Rose a canker, Somerset ?
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 !
* 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,
Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
Plan. My father was attached, not attainted;
book of memory,
Som. Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee ftill,
Plan. And by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
Suf.. Go forward, and be choak’d with thy ambition:
[Exit. Plan. How I am bray'd, and must perforce endure it!
War. This blot, that they object against your houfe,