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I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited 9, Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected ? ;
Plan. And I.
Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case, I did not entertain thee as thou art.
I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue Giving my verdict on the white rose side. The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off; The outward composition of his body.
Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured Law. Unless my study and my books be false, To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Ereunt. The argument you held, was wrong in you ;
[To SOMERSET. SCENE IV.- London. The Temple Garden. In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too.
Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument? Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WAR
Som. Here, in my scabbard, meditating that, WICK ; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and Shall die your white rose in a bloody red. another Lawyer.
Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit our Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means
roses; this silence ?
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
The truth on our side. Suf. Within the Temple hall we were too loud;
No, Plantagenet, The garden here is more convenient.
'Tis not for fear; but anger, that thy cheeks Plan. Then say at once, If I maintain'd the truth; Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses ; Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error ? And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
Suf. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law; Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ? And never yet could frame my will to it;
Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet ? And, therefore, frame the law unto my will.
Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth; Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then be- Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. tween us.
Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher
That shall maintain what I have said is true, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. Between two blades, which bears the better temper, Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, Between two horses, which doth bear him best, I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy. Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, Suf. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment : Plan. Proud Poole, I will ; and scorn both him But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
and thee. Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole! The truth appears so naked on my side,
We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. That any purblind eye may find it out.
War. Now, by my life, thou wrong'st him, SomerSom. And on my side it is so well apparell’d,
set ; So clear, so shining, and so evident,
His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
Third son to the third Edward king of England; Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd and so loath to Spring crestless yeomen 3 from so deep a root ? speak,
Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege 4, In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. Let him, that is a true-born gentleman,
Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my 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 briar 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 fath was attached, not attainted ; I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor ; Suf. 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 6 : 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.
? Proposed. 3 1. e. Those who have no right to arms.
4 The Temple, being a religious house, was a sanctuary. 9 Noised, reported. 1 Deceits; a play on the word.
Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still :
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET. And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ; 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is come. For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear. Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is he come?
Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly usid, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
Your nephew, late-despised Richard, comes. Will I for ever, and my faction, wear;
Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, Until it wither with me to my grave,
And in his bosom spend my latter gasp : Or flourish to the height of my degree.
0, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, Suf. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy ambition! That I may kindly give one fainting kiss. And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit. And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock, Som. Have with thee, Poole. Farewell, ambi- Why didst thou say - of late thou wert despis'd ? tious Richard.
[Erit. Plan. First, lean thine aged backagainst mine arm? Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce en- And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease. 9 dure it !
This day, in argument upon a case, War. This blot, that they object against your house, Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me: Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament,
Among which terms he used his lavish tongue, Call’d for the truce of Winchester and Gloster : And did upbraid me with my father's death; And, if thou be not then created York,
Which obloquy set bars before my tongue, I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Else with the like I had requited him:
Therefore, good uncle, - for my father's sake,
And for alliance' sake, — declare the cause
Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you, Was cursed instrument of his decease.
Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same. For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.
Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit, Plan. Thanks, gentle sir.
And death approach not ere my tale be done. Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say,
Henry the fourth, grandfather to this king,
The first-begotten, and the lawful heir
Of Edward king, the third of that descent: Enter MORTIMER, brought in a Chair by two Keepers. During whose reign, the Percies of the north,
Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Finding his usurpation most unjust, Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne: Even like a man new haled from the rack,
The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, So fare my limbs with long imprisonment: Was — for that (young king Richard thus removid, And these grey locks, the pursuivants 7 of death, Leaving no heir begotten of his body,) Nestor-like aged, in an age of care,
I was the next by birth and parentage;
For by my mother I derived am
To king Edward the third, whereas he,
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree, And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
Being but fourth of that heroick line. That droops his sapless branches to the ground: But mark; as, in this haughty great attempt, Yet are these feet — whose strengthless stay is numb, They laboured to plant the rightful heir, Unable to support this lump of clay,
I lost my liberty, and they their lives. Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
Long after this, when Henry the fifth,As witting I no other comfort have.
Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign, But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? Thy father, earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd,
1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come. From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York, We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber; Marrying my sister, that my mother was, And answer was return'd, that he will come. Again, in pity of my hard distress,
Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied. Levied an army; weening 'to redeem, Poor gentleman ! his wrong doth equal mine. And have installd me in the diadem : Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign, But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl, (Before whose glory I was great in arms,)
And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, This loathsome sequestration have I had;
In whom the title rested, were suppress'd. And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd, Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the last Depriv'd of honour and inheritance :
Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue have; But now, the arbitrator of despairs,
And that my fainting words do warrant death : Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, Thou art my heir ; the rest, I wish thee gather : With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence ; But yet be wary in thy studious care. I would, his troubles likewise were expir'd,
Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me: That so he might recover what was lost.
But yet, methinks, my father's execution 1 Pursuivants are officers who attend upon heralds.
Was nothing less than bloody tyranny. * Eod.
9 Uneasiness, discontent.
Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politick; Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul! Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, And, like a mountain, not to be remov’d.
And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself Plan. O, uncle, 'would some part of my young Will see his burial better than his life. years
(Exeunt Keepers, bearing out MORTIMER. Might but redeem the passage of your age! Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, Mor. Thou dost then wrong me; as the slaught'rer Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort: doth,
And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; I doubt not, but with honour to redres3 ; Only, give order for my funeral ;
And therefore haste I to the parliament; And so farewell; and fair be all thy hopes ! Either to be restored to my blood, And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war. (Dies. I or make my ill the advantage of my good. (Exit.
SCENE I. - The Parliament House. And that engenders thunder in his breast,
And makes him roar these accusations forth.
As good: others. Gloster offers to put up a Bill?; WIN- Win. Ay, lordly sir; For what are you, I pray, CHESTER snatches it, and tears it.
But one imperious in another's throne ? Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines, Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest? With written pamphlets studiously devis'd,
Win. And am I not a prelate of the church ? Humphrey of Gloster? if thou canst accuse,
Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps, Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
And useth it to patronage his theft. Do it without invention suddenly;
Win. Unreverent Gloster ! As I with sudden and extemporal speech
Thou art reverent Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life. Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place commands Win. This Rome shall remedy. my patience,
Roam thither, then. Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me. Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. Think not, although in writing I preferr’d
War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, That therefore I have forg'd or am not able And know the office that belongs to such. Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen :
War. Methinks his lordship should be humbler; No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. Thy vile, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks,
Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near. That very infants prattle of thy pride.
War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that? Thou art a most pernicious usurer :
Is not his grace protector to the king? Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
Plan. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue; Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you should ; A man of thy profession, and degree;
Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords ? And for thy treachery, What's more manifest ? Else would I have a fling at Winchester. [ Aside. In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester, As well at London bridge, as at the Tower ? The special watchmen of our English weal; Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt To join your hearts in love and amity. From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
0, what a scandal is it to our crown, Win. Gloster, I do defy thee. - Lords, vouchsafe | That two such noble peers as ye should jar ! To give me hearing what I shall reply.
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse,
Civil dissension is a viperous worm, As he will have me, How am I so poor?
That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth. Or how haps it, I seek not to advance
(A noise within ; Down with the tawny coats ! Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling? What tumult's this? And for dissension, Who preferreth peace
An uproar, I dare warrant, More than I do, - except I be provok'd ?
Begun through malice of the bishop's men. No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
[A noise again ; Stones! Stones! It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke:
Enter the Mayor of London, attended.
May. O, my good lords, -and virtuous Henry,
Pity the city of London, pity us! 3 1. e. Articles of Accusation.
The bishop's and the duke of Gloster's men,
Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
Win. So help me God, as I intend it not ! [ Aside. Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones; K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster, And, banding themselves in contráry parts, How joyful am I made by this contráct !Do pelt so fast at one another's pate,
Away, my masters ! trouble us no more; That many have their giddy brains knock'd out. But join in friendship, as your lords have done. Our windows are broke down in every street,
1 Serv. Content! I'll to the surgeon's. And we, for fear, compell’d to shut our shops.
And so will I. Enter, skirmishing, the Retainers of Gloster and 3 Sero. And I will see what physick the tavern Winchester, with bloody pates.
affords. [Exeunt Servants, Mayor, go K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to ourself, War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign, To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace. Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet, Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife.
We do exhibit to your majesty. 1 Serv. Nay, if we be
Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick ; for, Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth.
sweet prince, 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. And if your grace mark every circumstance,
[Skirmish again. You have great reason to do Richard right: Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish broil, Especially, for those occasions And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
At Eltham-place I told your majesty. 3 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man
K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of force: Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, Inferior to none, but to his majesty :
That Richard be restored to his blood. And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; So kind a father of the commonweal,
So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd. To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, K. Hen. If Richard will be true, not that alone, And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes. But all the whole inheritance I give,
1 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails That doth belong unto the house of York, Shall pitch a field, when we are dead.
From whence you spring by lineal descent.
[Skirmish again. Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience, Glo.
Stay, stay, I say ! | And humble service, till the point of death. And, if you love me, as you say you do,
K. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee against Let me persuade you to forbear a while.
my foot; K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my soul! And, in reguerdon 4 of that duty done, Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold
I girt thee with the valiant sword of York. My sighs and tears, and will not once relent? Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet ; Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
And rise created princely duke of York. Or who should study to prefer a peace,
Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall! If holy churchmen take delight in broils ?
And as my duty springs so perish they War. My lord protector, yield; — yield Win- That grudge one thought against your majesty! chester;
Al. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,
York! To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York! You see what mischief, and what murder too,
[Aside. Hath been enacted through your enmity;
Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty, Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood. To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France :
Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield. The presence of a king engenders love
Glo. Compassion on the king commands me stoop! Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends;
K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, king Henry War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke
goes; Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. As by his smoothed brows it doth appear :
Glo. Your ships already are in readiness. Why look you still so stern, and tragical ?
(Exeunt all but ESETER. Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in France, K. Hen. Fye, uncle Beaufort ! I have heard you Not seeing what is likely to ensue : preach,
This late dissension, grown betwixt the peers, That malice was a great and grievous sin:
Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love, And will not you maintain the thing you teach, And will at last break out into a flame : But prove a chief offender in the same ?
As fester'd members rot but by degrees, War. Sweet king!- the bishop hath a kindly gird. S Till bones, and flesh, and sinews fall away, For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent; So will this base and envious discord breed. What, shall a child instruct you what to do? And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee; Which, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth, Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give. Was in the mouth of every sucking babe,
Glo. Ay; but, I fear me, with a hollow heart. That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all; See here, my friends, and loving countrymen ; And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all : This token serveth for a flag of truce,
Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers;
His days may finish ere that hapless time. (Exit. So help me God, as I dissemble not ! 3 Feels an einotion of kindness.
SCENE II.- France. Before Rouen. Bur. Scoffon, vile fiend, and shameless courtezan!
I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own, Enter LA PUCELLE disguised, and Soldiers dressed And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. like Countrymen, with Sacks upon their backs.
Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,
that time. Through which our policy must make a breach : Bed. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
treason! Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men,
Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard ? brea! That come to gather money for their corn.
a lance, If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we shall,)
And run a tilt at death within a chair? And that we find the slothful watch but weak, Tal Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite, I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, That Charles the dauphin may encounter them. And twit with cowardice a man half dead ?
1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, And we be lords and rulers over Roüen;
Or else let Talbot perish with this shame. Therefore we'll knock.
(Knocks. Puc. Are you so hot, sir? - Yet, Pucelle, hold Guard. (Within.] Qui est là ?
thy peace; Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France :
If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn.
[Talbot, and the rest consult together. Guard. Enter, go in : the market-bell is rung. Tal. Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field ?
[Opens the Gates. Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, Puc. Now Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the To try if that our own be ours, or no. ground.
Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecaté, [PUCELLE, fc. enter the City. But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest ; Enter CHARLES, Bastard of Orleans, Alençon,
Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
Alen. Signior, no. and Forces. Char. Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
Tal. Signior, hang ! - base muleteers of France !
Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls; And once again we'll sleep secure in Roüen.
And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants”;
Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls; Now she is there, how will she specify Where is the best and safest passage in ?
For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.
We came, sir, but to tell you we are here.
[Exeunt La PUCELLE, &c. from the Walls.
Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, No way to that“, for weakness, which she enter'd.
Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!Enter LA PUCELLE on a Battlement; holding out a Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house, Torch burning
(Prick'd on by publick wrongs, sustain'd in France,) Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch,
Either to get the town again, or die : That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen;
And I, - as sure as English Henry lives,
And as his father here was conqueror;
As sure as in this late betrayed town
Great Cour-de-lion's heart was buried; The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
So sure I swear to get the town, or die. Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. A prophet to the fall of all our foes !
Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous ends; The valiant duke of Bedford : - Come, my lord, Enter, and cry—The Dauphin 1-presently,
We will bestow you in some better place,
Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age. And then to execution on the watch. [They enter.
Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me : Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English. Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen, Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy And will be partner of your weal, or woe. tears,
Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
you. Pucelle, that witch, that cursed sorceress,
Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read, Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,
Came to the field, and vanquished his foes :
Because I ever found them as myself.
Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast ! FORD, brought in sick, in a Chair, with Talbot, Then be it so :- Heavens keep old Bedford safe ! BURGUNDY, and the English Forces. Then enter, And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, on the Walls, La Pucelle, CHARLES, Bastard, But gather we our forces out of hand, ALENÇON, and others.
And set upon our boasting enemy. Puc. Good morrow, gallants ! want ye corn for
[Exeunt BURGUNDY, Talbot, and Furces, bread?
leaving BEDFORD, and others. I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast,
Alarums : Excursions. Enter Sir John FastoLFE, Before he'll buy again at such a rate :
and a Captain. 'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste?
Cap. Whither away, sir Jolm Fastolfe, in such Confederates in stratagems. 6 i.e. No way equal to that.