It is of fuch a spacious lofty pitch, Your roof were not fufficient to contain it. Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce; He will be here, and yet he is not here: How can these contrarieties agree? Tal. That will I fhow you presently. Winds his horn, drums ftrike up, a peal of Ordnance: How fay you, madam? are you now perfuaded These are his fubftance, finews, arms, and strength, Count. Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuse; 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 compofition of his body. What you have done hath not offended me: But only with your patience that we may Taste of your wine, and fee what cates you have; Count. With all my heart, and think me honoured [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE V. Changes to London, in the Temple garden. Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, Vernon, and others. Plan. G REAT lords, and gentlemen, what means this filence? 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: And was not wrangling Somerset in th' errour? I 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. Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: That any purblind eye may find it out. Som. And on my fide it is fo well apparell'd, So clear, fo fhining, and fo evident, That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Plan. Since you are tonguety'd, and fo loath to speak, In dumb fignificance proclaim your thoughts: Let him that is a true-born gentleman, And ftands upon the honour of his birth, If If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, From off this briar pluck a white rose with me. Pluck a red rofe from off this thorn with me. War. I love no colours; and, without all colour Of bafe infinuating flattery, I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet. Suf. I pluck this red rofe with young Somerset; And fay withal, I think he held the right. Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen, and pluck no more, you conclude that he, upon whose fide Till The feweft rofes are crop'd from the tree, Shall yield the other in the right opinion. Som. Good mafter Vernon, it is well objected; If I have feweft, I fubfcribe in filence. Plan. And I. Ver. Then for the truth and plainness of the cafe, Som. Well, well, come on, who else? [to Somerfet. Plan. Now, by this maiden bloffom in my hand, Suf. Turn not thy fcorns this way, Plantagenet. War. Now, by god's will, thou wrong'ft him, Somerset ; 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 Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, 'Tis not for fear, but anger, that thy cheeks Whiles thy confuming canker eats his falfhood. Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding rofes, That fhall maintain what I have faid is true, Where falfe Plantagenet dare not be seen. Plan. Now, by this maiden --- Som. E 2 Som. Ah, thou fhalt find us ready for thee ftill; Until it wither with me to my grave, Suf. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy ambition: And fo farewel until I meet thee next. [Exit. Som. Have with thee, Pole: - farewel, ambitious Richard. Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce endure it! Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucefter: I will not live to be accounted Warwick. And here I prophefy; this brawl to-day, [Exit. [Exeunt. SCENE |