Upbraided me about the rose I wear; 91 I crave the benefit of law of arms. 100 Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord: Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. 110 King. Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men, When for so slight and frivolous a cause Such factious emulations shall arise! Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace. York. Let this dissension first be tried by fight, And then your highness shall command a peace. Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; 102. "forged quaint conceit," ingenious fabrication.-C. H. Н. 119 Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then. York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset. Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. Bas. Confirm it so, mine honorable lord. Glou. Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife! And perish ye, with your audacious prate! Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed With this immodest clamorous outrage To trouble and disturb the king and us? And you, my lords, methinks you do not well. To bear with their perverse objections; Much less to take occasion from their mouths To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves: Let me persuade you take a better course. Exe. It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends. 129 140 King. Come hither, you that would be combatants: Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of 141. "stomachs," spirits.-C. Н. Н. O, think upon the conquest of my father, 151 [Putting on a red rose. That any one should therefore be suspicious And therefore, as we hither came in peace, 160 Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot; And, like true subjects, sons of your progeni tors, Go cheerfully together and digest Your angry choler on your enemies. After some respite will return to Calais; 170 From thence to England; where I hope ere long To be presented, by your victories, With Charles, Alençon and that traitorous rout. [Flourish. Exeunt all but York, Warwick, Exeter and Vernon. War. My Lord of York, I promise you, the king Prettily, methought, did play the orator. York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, In that he wears the badge of Somerset. War. Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not; I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm. York. An if I wist he did, but let it rest; 180 Other affairs must now be managed. [Exeunt all but Exeter. Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice; For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, broils, Than yet can be imagined or supposed. This shouldering of each other in the court, 190 But that it doth presage some ill event. [Exit. 180. "An if I wist he did," Capell; Ff., "And if I wish he did"; Rowe, "And if I wish he did.-"; Theobald (in text), "An if I wis he did.-"; (in note), "And if I wis, he did.-"; Johnson, "And ifI wish-he did" or "And if he did, I wish-"; Steevens, "And, if I wist, he did,-."-I. G. 193. "Envy," in old English writers, frequently means malice, enmity. "Unkind” is unnatural.-H. N. H. SCENE II Before Bordeaux. Enter Talbot, with trump and drum. Tal. Go to the gates of Bordeaux, trumpeter: Trumpet sounds. Enter General and others, aloft. Who in a moment even with the earth Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, 20 If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed, 14. "their love"; Hanmer, "our love."-I. G. |