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Count. What means he now ? Go ask whither he

Meff. Stay, my lord Talbot, for my lady craves
To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,

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I go to certifie her, Talbot's here,

Enter Porter with keys.



Count. If thou be-he, then art thou prisoner. -
Tal, Pris'ner? to whom?

Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord :
And for that cause I train'd thee


Long time thy shadow hach been thrall to me,
For in my gallery shy picture hangs :
But now the substance shall endure the like,
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,"
That hast by tyranny these many years
Wasted our country, sain our citizens,
And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

Tal. Ha, ha, ha.
Count. Laughest thou wretch? thy mirth hall turn 10

Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship fo fond,
To think that

you have ought but Talbor's shadow Whereon to practise your severity.

Count. Why? art not thou the man?
Tal. I am indeed.
Count. Then have I substance too.
Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of

You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here ;
For what you see is but the smallest part
And least proportion of humanity :
I tell you, Madam, were the whole frame here,
It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
Your roof were not sufficient to contain it.

Count. This is a riddling merchant for che nonce,
He will be here, and yet he is not here :
How can these contrarieties agree?
Tal. That will I few you presently.


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Enter Soldiers.
How say you, Madam ? are you now persuaded
That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
These are his substance, finews, arms and strength,
With which he yoaketh your rebellious necks,
Razeth your cities and subverts your towns,
And in a moment makes them desolate.

Count. Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuse;
I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited,
And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath,
„For I am sorry that with reverence
I did not entertain thee as thou art.

Tal. Be not disinay'd, fair lady, nor misconstruc
The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
The outward composition of his body.


have done hath not offended me :
Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
But only with your patience that we may
Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have,
For soldiers ftomachs always serve them well.

Count. With all my heart, and think me honoured To feast fo

a warrior in


house. [Exeunt.


Changes to London, in the Temple garden.
Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset,

Suffolk, and others.
Reat lords and gentlemen, what means this

Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

Suf. Within the Temple-hall we were too loud, The garden here is more convenient.


Plan. Great Gilence


tween us.


Plan. Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth :.
Or else was wrangling Somer set 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
War. Between two hawks, which flies the highers

Between two dogs, which hath the deeper inouth ;
Between two blades, which bears the better temper ;;
Between two horses, which doch bear him best;
Between two girls, which hath the merriest. eye,
I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment :-
But in.these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Good faith I am no wiser than a daw.

Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
The truth


so naked on my side, That any: pur-blind eye may find it out.

Som. And on my side it is so well'apparell d,, So clear, so shining, and so evident, That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and foldh to {peak, .

so :
In dumb significance proclaim your thoughts :
Let him that is a true-born gentleman
And stands upon the honour of his birth,.
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
From off this briar pluck a white rose with me.

Som. Let him that is no coward, and no flattererg,
But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.

War. I love no colours; and without all colour:
Of base infinuating Aattery,
I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.

Suf. I pluck this red rose with young Somerset,
And say withal I think he held the right.

Ver. Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck'no more;, 'Till you conclude that he upon

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Sum, Good master Vernon, it is well objectes; If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

Plan. And I.

Ver. Then for the truth and plainness of the case,
I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
Giving my verdict on the white rose side. *

Som. Well, well, come on, who else?

Lawyer. Unless my study and my books be false, The argument you held was wrong in you ;

[To Somerset: In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.

Plan. Now . omerset, where is your argument?

Som. Here in my scabbard, meditating that Shall dye your white rose to a bloody red. * Plan. Now by this maiden blossom in my



*the white Rose fide.

Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red,
And fall on my side so against your will

Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
Opinion shall be furgeon to my hurt,
And keep me on the side where still I am.
Som. Well, well, eco

-a bloody red.
Plan. Mean time your cheeks do counterfeit our Roses,
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
The truth on our side.

Som. No, Plantagenet, "Tis not for fear but anger, that thy cheeks Blush for


shame to counterfeit our Roses, And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.

Plan. Hath not thy Rose a canker, Somerset ? Som. Hath not thy Rose a thorn, Plantagenet ? Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing to maintain his cruth, Whiles thy consuming canker eats his fallhood.

Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding Roses That shall njaintain what I have said is true, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen,

Plan. Now by this maiden


I scorn thee and thy a passion, peevilh boy.

Suf. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
Plan. Proud Pool, I will, and scorn both hiin and theeo
Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throar.

Som. Away, away, good William de la Pool;
We grace the Yeoman by converfing with him.

War. Now by God's will thou wrong'ft him, Somerset,
His grandfather was Lyonel Duke of Clarence,
Third son to the third Edward King of England :
Spring crestless Yeomen from so deep a root?

Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege,
Or durft not for his craven heart say thus.
Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my

On any plot of ground in Christendom.
Was not thy father, Richard, Earl of Cambridge,
For treason headed in our late King's days?
And by his treason stand'st not thou attainted,
Corrupted and exempt from antient gentry?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood,
And till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman,

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted,
Condemnd to die for treason, but no traitor
And that I'll prove on better men than Somerfety-
Were growing time once ripend to my will.
For your partaker Pool, and you your self,
I'll note you in my book of memory,
To scourge you for this apprehension;
Look to it well, and say you are well warn'd.

Som. Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still. ;:
And know us by these colours for thy foes :
For these

my friends in spight of thee shall wear.
Plan. And by my soul, this pale and angry rose
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
Will I for ever and my

faction wear, Until it wither with me to my grave, Or Aourish to the height of my degree.

Suf. Go forward, and be choak'd with thy ambition : And so farewel until I meet thee next.


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