Tal. I laugh to fee your ladyfhip fo fond, Count. Why? art not thou the man? Count. Then have I fubftance too. Tal. No, no, I am but fhadow of myself, 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 thefe contrarieties agree? Tal. That will I fhew you prefently. Winds bis born; drums frike 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 What you have done, hath not offended me, But But only with your patience that we may Count. With all my heart, and think me honoured To feast fo great a warrior in my house. SCENE V. [Exeunt, Changes to London, in the Temple garden. Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, and others. Plan. Reat Lords and Gentlemen, what means this filence? GR Dare no man anfwer in a cafe of truth? Suf. Within the Temple-hall we were too loud, The garden here is more convenient. Plan. Then fay at once, if I maintain'd the truth; And was not 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 higher pitch, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, 6 All the editions read, Or else was wrangling Somerfet 'th' errour?] Here is apparently a want of oppofition between the two questions. I once read, Or else was wrangling Somerfet i'th' right? But I have inferted Sir T. Hanmer's emendation. Plan. Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance. The truth appears fo naked on my fide, That any pur-blind 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 thro' a blind man's eye. In dumb fignificants proclaim your thoughts. 7 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 rofe from off this thorn with me. War. I love no colours; and without all colour Of base infinuating flattery, I pluck this white rofe with Plantagenet. Suf. I pluck this red rofe with young Somerfet, And fay, 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, 7 From off this briar pluck a white rofe with me, &c.] This is given as the original of the two badges of the houfe of York and Lancaster, whether truly or not, is no great matter. But the proverbial expreffion of Jaying a thing under the Rofe, I am perfuaded, came from thence. When the nation had ranged itfelf into two great factions, under the white and red Rofe, and were perpetually plotting and counterplotting against one another, then when a matter of fac 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 plainnefs of the cafe, I pluck this pale and maiden bloffom here, Giving my verdict on the white rofe fide. Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off, Ver. If I, my Lord, for my opinion bleed, Lawyer. Unless my ftudy and my books be false, The argument, you held, was wrong in you; [To Somerfet. In fign whereof I pluck a white rose too. Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument? Shall dye your white rofe to a bloody red. Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit our For pale they look with fear, as witneffing The truth on our fide. Som. No, Plantagenet, 'Tis not for fear, but anger, that thy cheeks 9 Well objected.] Properly thrown in our way, justly propofed. That That fhall maintain what I have faid is true, Suf. Turn not thy fcorns this way, Plantagenet. Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. His grandfather was Lyonel Duke of Clarence, 3 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 Chriftendom. Was not thy father, Richard, Earl of Cambridge, ? |