Count. What means he now? Go ask whither he goes. Enter Porter with keys. Count. If thou be he, then art thou prifoner. Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord : And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. But now the fubftance fhall endure the like, Count. Laugheft thou wretch? thy mirth fhall turn to moan. Tal. I laugh to fee your ladyship fo fond, To think that you have ought but Talbot's fhadow Count. Why? art not thou the man? Tal. I am indeed. Count. Then have I fubftance too. my felf: Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of I tell you, Madam, were the whole frame here, 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 fhew you prefently. B-4 Winds Winds his horn, drums ftrike up, a peal of Ordnance. How fay you, Madam? are you now perfuaded Thefe are his fubftance, finews, arms and ftrength, Count. Victorious Talbot, pardon my abufe; I did not entertain thee as thou art. Tal. Be not difmay'd, fair lady, nor mifconftrue 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 Tafte of your wine, and fee what cates you have, Count. With all my heart, and think me honoured To feast fo great a warrior in my house. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Changes to London, in the Temple garden. Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerfet, •Plan. G Reat lords and gentlemen, what means this filence? Dare no man answer in a cafe of truth? Suf. Within the Temple-hall we were too loud, The garden here is more convenient. Plan. Plan. Then fay at once if I maintain'd the truth: Or elfe was wrangling Somerset in th' error? Suf. Faith I have been a truant in the law, 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 be- tween us. War. Between two hawks, which flies the highers pitch; ; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: 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 tongue-ty'd, and fo loth to speak,. In dumb fignificance proclaim your thoughts:. Let him that is a true-born gentleman And ftands upon the honour of his birth, From off this briar pluck a white rofe with me. Som. Let him that is no coward, and no flatterers, But dare maintain the party of the truth,. Pluck a red rofe from off this thorn with me.. War. I love no colours; and without all colours Of base infinuating flattery, I pluck this white rofe 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,, 'Till you conclude that he upon whofe fide. The feweft rofes are crop'd from the tree, Som. Good mafter Vernon, it is well objected, If I have fewest, I fubfcribe in filence. Plan. And I. Ver. Then for the truth and plainness of the cafe, Lawyer. Unlefs my ftudy and my books be falfe, The argument you held was wrong in you; [To Somerfet: In fign whereof I pluck a white rose too. the white Rofe fide. hand, Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off, Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, a bloody red. Plan. Mean time your I cheeks do counterfeit our Rofes, For pale they look with fear, as witneffing Som. No, Plantagenet, "Tis not for fear but anger, that thy cheeks Sɔm. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding Rofes, I fcorn thee and thy a paffion, peevish boy. my words War. Now by God's will thou wrong'ft him, Somerfer. Som. Ah, thou fhalt find us ready for thee ftill; Or flourish to the height of my degree. Suf. Go forward, and be choak'd with thy ambition: And fo farewel until I meet thee next. [Exit a fashion. Som. |