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: Nor other fatisfaction do I crave, But only (with your patience) that we may Taste of your wine, and fee that cates you have; For foldiers' ftomachs always ferve them well. Count. With all my heart; and think me honoured To feast so great a warrior in my houfe. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. London. The Temple Garden. Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WAR WICK, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer. Plant. Great 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. Plant. Then fay at once, If Imaintain'd the truth; Or, elfe, was wrangling Somerset in the error? Suf. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;, And 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, I have, perhaps, fome fhallow fpirit of judgment; Plant. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: Sam. And on my fide it is fo well apparell'd, So clear, fo fhining, and fo evident, That it fhall glimmer through a blind man's eye. Plant. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loth to speak, In dumb fignificants proclaim your thoughts: Pluck a red rofe from off this thorn with me. 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 whofe fide Plant. 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 rose fide. Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off; Left, bleeding, you do paint the white rofe red, And fall on my fide fo against your will. Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, Opinion fhall be furgeon to my hurt, And keep me on the fide where still I am. Som. Well, well, come on: Who elfe? Lawyer. Unlefs, my ftudy and my books be falfe, The argument you held, was wrong in you; [TO SOMERSET. In fign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. Plant. Now, Somerfet, where is your argument? Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, Shall dye your white rofe to a bloody red. Plant. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit our rofes; For pale they look with fear, as witneffing Som. No, Plantagenet, Blush for pure fhame, to counterfeit our rofes; 'Tis not for fear; but anger-that thy cheeks And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plant. Hath not thy rofe a canker, Somerset? Som. Hath not thy rofe a thorn, Plantagenet? Plant. Ay, fharp and piercing, to maintain his truth; Whiles thy confuming canker eats his falfehood. Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding rofes, That fhall maintain what I have faid is true, Suf. Suf. Turn not thy fcorns this way, Plantagenet. Plant. Proud Poole, I will; and fcorn both him and thee. Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole! We grace the yeoman, by converfing with him. War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'ft him, Somerset ; His grandfather was Lionel duke of Clarence, Third fon to the third Edward king of England; Spring crestless yeomen from fo deep a root? Plant. He bears him on the place's privilege, Or durft not, for his craven heart, fay thus. Sem. By him that made me, I'll maintain my On any plot of ground in Christendom: [words Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, For treafon executed in our late king's days? And, by his treafon, ftandft thou not attainted, Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry? His trefpafs yet lives guilty in thy blood; And, 'till thou be reftor'd, thou art a yeoman. Plant. My father was attached, not attainted; Condemn'd to die for treafon, but no traitor; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset, Were growing time once ripen'd to my will. For your partaker Poole, and you yourself, I'll note you in my book of memory, To fcourge you for this apprehension: Look to it well; and fay you are well warn'd. Som. Ay, thou fhalt find us for thee still: And know us, by these colours for thy foes; For these my friends, in fpite of thee fhall wear. Plant. And, by my foul, this pale and angry rofe, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, As -ทะ Will I for ever, and my faction, wear; Until it wither with me to my grave, Or flourish to the height of my degree. _t. Suf. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy am bition! And fo farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit. Richard. [Exit. Plant. How I am brav'd, and muft perforce en- War. This blot, that they object against your house, Plant. Good mafter Vernon, I am bound to you, Plant. Thanks, gentle fir. Come, let us four to dinner: I dare fay, SCENE V. A Room in the Tower. Enter MORTIMER, brought in a Chair, and Failors. Let |