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Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field. That with his name the mothers still their

Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern, I see report is fabulous and false : (babes ? For smoke and dusky vapours of the night) I thought I should have seen some Hercules, Am sure I scar'd the Dauphin and his trull, A second Hector, for his grim aspect, When arm in arm they both came swiftly And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. Like to a pair of loving turtle doves, (running, Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf! That could not live asunder, day or night. It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp After that things are set in order here, Should strike such terror to his enemies. (you : We'll follow them with all the power we have. Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble Enter a Messenger.

But since your ladyship is not at leisure, Mess. All hail, my lords! Which of this I'll sort some other time to visit you. princely train

Count. What means he now ?-Go ask Call ve the warlike Talboi, for his acts

him, wbither he goes.

(craves So much applauded through the realm of Aless. Stay, my lord Talbot ; for my lady France?

[with him? To know the cause of your abrupt departure. Tal. Here is the Talbot : who would speak Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Au- I go to certify her Talbot's here. With modesty admiring thy renown, (vergne,

Re-enter Porter, with keys. By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouch- Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. To visit her poor castle where she lies, [safe Tal. Prisoner ! to whom? That she may boast she hath beheld the man Count.

To me, blood-thirsty lord ; Whose glory fills the world with loud report. And for that cause I train'd thee to my house.

Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see our Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, Will turn into a peaceful comic sport, (wars For in my gallery thy picture hangs : When ladies crave to be encounter'd with. But now the substance shall endure the like, You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,

Tal. Ne'er trust me, then ; for when a world That hast by tyranny, these many years, Could not prevail with all their oratory. [of men Wasted our country, slain our citizens, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruld : And sent our sons and husbands captivate. And therefore tell her I return great thanks, Tal Ha, ha, ha! [shall turn to moan. And in submission will attend on her.

Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth Will not your honours bear me company ? (will: Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond,

Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners To think that you have aught but Talbot's And I have heard it said, unbidden guests Whereon to practise your severity. (shadow, Are often welcomest when they are gone. Count. Why, art not thou the man? Tal. Well then, alone, (since there's no Tal.

I am, indeed. I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. [remedy,) Count. Then have I substance too. Come hither, captain. [Whispers.) You per- Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself : ceive my mind."

You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here ; Capt. I do, my lord, and mean accordingly. For what you see, is but the smallest part

[Exeunt. And least proportion of humanity :

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, SCENE III.--Auvergne. Court of the Castle. It is of such a spacious lofty pitch.

Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. Enter the Countess and her Porter.

Count. This is a riddling merchant for the Count.' Porter, remember what I gave in He will be here, and yet he is not here : (nonce; charge ;

(to me. How can these contrarieties agree? And when you have done so, bring the keys Tal. That will I show you presently. Port. Madam, I will.

(Exit. He winds a horn. Drums heard : then a peal Count. The plot is laid ; if all things fall of ordnance. The gates being forced, enter I shall as famous be by this exploit, (out right, Soldiers. As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death. How say you, madam ? are you now persuaded; Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, That Talbot is but shadow of himself? (strength, And his achievements of no less account:Tears, These are his substance, sinews, arms, and Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine With which he yoketh your rebellious necks, To give their censure of these rare reports. Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,

Enter Messenger and Talbot. And in a moment makes them desolate. Mess. Madam, according as your ladyship Count. Victorious Talbot ! pardon my abuse : desir'd,

I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited, By message cray'd, so is lord Talbot come. And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Count. And he is welcome. What! is this Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath ; . Mess. Madam, it is.

[the man ? For I am sorry, that with reverence Count. Is this the scourge of France? I did not entertain thee as thou art. [construe Is this the Talbot, so much feard abroad, Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misThe mind of Talbot, as you did mistake Ver. Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck The outward composition of his body.

• no more, What you have done hath not offended me : Till you conclude, that he, upon whose side No other satisfaction do I crave,

The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, But only (with your patience) that we may Shall yieid the other in the right opinion. Taste of your wine, and see what cates you Som. Good master Vernon, it is well obhave ;

If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. (jected: For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. Plan. And I.

(the case, Count. With all my heart; and think me Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of honoured

I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, To feast so great a warrior in my house. Giving my verdict on the white rose side. (off,

[Exeunt. Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it

Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose SCENE IV.-London. The Temple Garden. And fall on my side so, against your will. (red,

Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and Warwick; Richard Plantagenet, Vernon, Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,

And keep me on the side where still I am. and another Lawyer.

Som. Well, wem, come on : who else? Plan. Great lords and gentlemen, what Law. (To Somerset.] Unless my study and means this silence ?

my books be false, Dare no man answer in a case of truth? [loud ; The argument you held, was wrong in you;

Suf. Within the Temple hall we were too In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. The garden here is more convenient. [truth ; Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your arguPlan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the ment?

[that Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error? Som. Here, in my scabbard ; meditating

Suf. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law, Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red. And never yet could frame my will to it; Plan. Meantime, your cheeks do counterfeit And, therefore, frame the law unto my will.

our roses ; Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then, For pale they look with fear, as witnessing between us.

(higher pitch; The truth on our side. War. Between two hawks, which flies the Som.

No, Plantagenet, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper 'Tis not for fear, but anger, that thy cheeks mouth;

(temper; Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses, Between two blades, which bears the better And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Between two horses, which doth bear him Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset? best ;

[eye ;- Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet? Between two girls, which hath the merriest Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judg

his truth ;

(hood. ment :

Whiles thy consuming tanker eats his falseBut in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Som. Well, 11

friends to wear my Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. (ance : bleeding roses,

Plan. Tut, tut! here is a mannerly forbear- That shall maintain what I have said is true, The truth appears so naked on my side, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. That any purblind eye may find it out.

Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my Som. And on my side it is so well apparellid, hand, So clear, so shining, and so evident, [eye. scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy. (net. That it will glimmer through a blind man's Suf. Turn not thy scorns this way, PlantagePlan. Since you are tongue-tied, and so Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both loth to speak,

him and thee. In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Let him that is a true-born gentleman,

Som. Away, away, good William De-laAnd stands upon the honour of his birth,


him. If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, We grace the yeoman, by conversing with From off this briar pluck a white rose with me. War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no him, Somerset ; flatterer,

His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Third son to the third Edward, king of Eng. Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.

land. War. I love no colours; and, without all Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root? Of base insinuating flattery,

(colour Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege. I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet. Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. Suf. I pluck this red rose with young Som- Som. By Him that made me, I'll maintain

erset; And say withal, I think he held the right. On any plot of ground in Christendom.

my words

come :

still ;


Was not thy father, Richard earl of Cam- Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer. (spent, bridge,

These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is For treason executed in our late king's days? Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent : [grief ; And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, Weak shoulders, overborne with burd'ning Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?' And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood ; That droops his sapless branches to the ground: And, till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman. Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted : Unable to support this lump of clay, [numb, Condemnd to die for treason, but no traitor ; Swift-winged with desire to get a grave, And that I'll prove on better men than Som- As witting I no other comfort have. erset,

But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? Were growing time once ripen'd to my will. i Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will For your partaker Poole, and you yourself, I'll note you in my book of memory,

We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber ; To scourge you for this apprehension : And answer was return'd, that he will come. Look to it well, and say you are well warn'd. Mor. Enough: my soul shallthen be satisfied. Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.

Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign, And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ; (Before whose glory I was great in arms,). For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall This loathsome sequestration have I had ;

[rose, And even since then hath Richard been obPlan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry Depriv'd of honour and inheritance. . [scur'd, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, But now, the arbitrator of despairs, Will I for ever, and my faction, wear, Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, Until it wither with me to my grave,

With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me Or flourish to the height of my degree.

hence : Suf. Go forward, and be choked with thy I would his troubles likewise were expir'd, ambition !

That so he might recover what was lost. And so, farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit.

Enter Richard Plantagenet. Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, I keep. My lord, your loving nephew now ambitious Richard.

is come.

(he come ? Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend ? is endure it!

[your house, Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, War. This blot, that they object against Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes. Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, Mor. Direct mine arms I may embrace his Callid for the truce of Winchester and Gloster ; And in his bosom spend my latter gasp : (neck, And if thou be not then created York, O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, I will not live to be accounted Warwick. That I may kindly give one fainting kiss. Meantime, in signal of my love to thee, And now declare, sweet stem from York's Against proud Somerset, and William Poole, great stock,

[pis'd ? Will I upon thy party wear this rose : Why didst thou say- .of late thou wert desAnd here I prophesy,--this brawl to-day, Plan. First, lean thine aged back against Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden,

mine am ; Shall send, between the red rose and the white, And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease. A thousand souls to death and deadly night. This day, in argument upon a case, (me : Plant, Good master Vernon, I am bound Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and

Among which terms he us'd a lavish tongue, That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. And did upbraid me with my father's death :

Ver. In your behalf still wlil I wear the Which obloquy set bars before my tongue, Law. And so will I.

(same. Else with the like I had requited him. Plant. Thanks, gentle sir.

Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake, Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say In honour of a true Plantagenet, This quarrel will drink blood another day. And for alliance sake, declare the cause

(Exeunt. My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head. SCENE V.-London. A Room in the Tower.

Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that im

prison'd me, Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair by two and hath detain'd me all my slow'ring youth, Keepers.

Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine, Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying Was cursed instrument of his decease. Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. {age, Plan. Discover more at large what cause Even like a man new haled from the rack, So fare my limbs with long imprisonment; For I am ignorant, and cannot guess. (mit, And these gray locks, the pursuivants of Mor, I will, if that my fading breath perNestor-like aged, in an age of care, (death, I And death approach not ere my tale be done.

to you,

that was ;

Henry the fourth, grandfather to this king, Will see his burial better than his life. Depos'd his nephew Richard, --Edward's son, [Exeunt Keepers, bearing out the body of The first-begotten, and the lawful heir

Mortimer. Of Edward king, the third of that descent: Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, During whose reign the Percies of the north, Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort : Finding his usurpation most unjust,

And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne : Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, I doubt not but with honour to redress ; Was-for that (young king Richard thus re- And therefore haste I to the parliament, Leaving no heir begotten of his body) (mov'd, Either to be restored to my blood, I was the next by birth and parentage ; Or make my ill th' advantage of my good. For by my mother I derived am

(Exit. From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son To king Edward the third ; whereas he From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,

ACT III. . Being but fourth of that heroic line.

SCENE I.--London. The Parliament House. But nark: as, in this haughty great attempt. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloster, They laboured to plant the rightful heir,

Warwick, Somerset, I lost my liberty, and they their lives.

and Suffolk; the Long after this, when Henry the fifth

Bishop of Winchester, Richard Plantagenet, Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,

and others. Gloster offers to put up a vill; Thy father, earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd

Winchester snatches it, and tears it. From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York, Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated Marrying my sister, that thy mother was,

lines, Again, in pity of my hard distress,

With written pamphlets studiously devis'd, Levied an army, weening to redeem

Humphrey of Gloster? If thou canst accuse, And have install'd me in the diadem : Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl, Do it without invention, suddenly ; And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, As I, with sudden and extemporal speech, In whom the title rested, were suppressed. Purpose to answer what thou canst object. Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place comthe last. (have, mands my patience,

(me. Mor. True ; and thou seest that I no issue Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd And that my fainting words do warrant death : Think not, although in writing I preferrid Thou art my heir ; the rest, I wish thee gather : The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, But yet be wary in thy studious care. That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen : with me.

No, prelate ; such is thy audacious wickedBut yet, methinks, my father's execution

ness, Was nothing less than bloody tyranny. Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks,

Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politic : As very infants prattle of thy pride. Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster, Thou art a most pernicious usurer ; And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd. Froward by nature, enemy to peace : But now thy uncle is removing hence ; Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd A man of thy profession and degree ; With long continuance in a settled place. And for thy treachery, what's more manifest, -Plan. O uncle, would some part of my In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life, young years

As well at London bridge, as at the Tower? Might but redeem the passage of your age ! Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, Mor. Thou dost, then, wrong me, -as the The king, thy sov'reign, is not quite exempt slaughterer doth,

[kill. From envious malice of thy swelling heart. Which giveth many wounds, when one will Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good ; vouchsafe Only, give order for my funeral :

To give me hearing what I shall reply. And so, farewell ; and fair be all thy hopes, If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, And prosperous be thy life in peace and war! As he will have me, how am I so poor?

[Dies. Or how haps it, I seek not to advance Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy part-Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling? ing soul !

And for dissension, who preferreth peace In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, More than I do, -except I be provok'd ? And like a hermit overpass'd thy days. No, my good lords, it is not that offends; Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast ; It is not that that hath incens'd the duke: And what I do imagine, let that rest.

It is, because no one should sway but he ; Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself No one but he should be about the king i

a man


And that engenders thunder in his breast, Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth.
And makes him roar these accusations forth. 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
But he shall know, I am as good-

(Skirmish again. Glo.

As good! Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish Thou bastard of my grandfather !-

And set this unaccustom'd fight aside. [broil,
Win. Ay, lordly sir ; for what are you, I 3 Serv. My lord, we kuow your grace to be
But one imperious in another's throne? (pray,

Glo. Am I not protector, saucy priest? Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
Win. And am not I a prelate of the church? Inferior to none but to his majesty :

Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps, And, ere that we will suffer such a prince, And useth it to patronage his theft.

So kind a father of the commonweal,
Win. Unreverent Gloster !

To be disgraced by an inkborn mate,

Thou art reverent We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life. And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes. Win. Rome shall remedy this.

I Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails

Roam thither then. Shall pitch a field, when we are dead.
Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear.

[Skirmish again. War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. Glo.

Stay, stay, I say !
Som. Methinks my lord should be religious, And, if you love me, as you say you do,
And know the office that belongs to such. Let me persuade you to forbear a while. (soul !

War. Merhinks his lordship should be K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my
It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. (humbler ; Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold
Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?

Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of Or who should study to prefer a peace,
Is not his grace protector to the king ? (that? If holy churchınen take delight in broils ?
Plan. Aside.] Plantagenet, I see, must War. Yield, my lord protector ;-yield,
hold his tongue.

[should ; Winchester ;-
Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,
Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords 7" To slay your sov'reign and destroy the realm.
Else would I have a fling at Winchester. You see what mischief, and what murder too,
K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Win-Hath been enacted through your enmity ;

Then, be at peace, except ye thirst for blood. The special watchmen of our English weal, Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield. I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, Glo. Compassion on the king commands me To join your hearts in love and amity.

stoop : O, what a scandal is it to our crown,

Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest That two such noble peers as ye should jar! Should ever get the privilege of me. [duke Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the Civil dissension is a viperous worm,

Hath banish'd moody discontented fury, That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.- As by his smoothed brows it doth appear :

A noise within ; “Down with the tawny Why look you still so stern, and tragical? What tumult's this?

[coats ! Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my War.

An uproar, I dare warrant, hand. Begun through malice of the bishop's men. K. Hen. Fie, uncle Beaufort ! I have heard (A noise again within ; “Stones ! Stones!" you preach,

Enter the Mayor of London, attended. That malice was a great and grievous sin ;
May. O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry, And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
Pity the city of London, pity us !

But prove a chief offender in the same ?
The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men, War. Sweet king !--the bishop liath a
Forbidden late to carry any weapon,

kindly gird, -
Have fill’d their pockets full of pebble-stones, For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent !
And banding themselves in contrary parts, What. shall a child instruct you what to do?
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate, (out : Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to
That many have their giddy brains knock'd thee :
Our windows are broke down in every street, Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give.
And we, for fear, compellid to shut our shops. Glo. (A side.] Ay, but I fear me, with a
Enter, skirmishing, the serving-men of Gloster hollow beart.

and Winchester, with bloody pates. See here, my friends, and loving countrynien;
K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to This token serveth for a flag of truce,

(peace. -- Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers : To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the So help me God, as I dissemble not ! Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife. Win. (Aside.) So help me God, as I ini Serv. Nay, if we be

tend it not !

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