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The outward composition of his body.

Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, What you have done hath not offended me:

Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, No other satisfaction do I crave,

And keep me on the side where still I am. But only (with your patience) that we may

Som. Well, well, come on: who else? Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have; Law. [TO SOMERSET.] Unless my study and my For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.

books be false, Count. With all my heart; and think me honoured The argument you held, was wrong in you; To feast so great a warrior in my house. [Excunt. In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too.

Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument? SCENE IV.- LONDON. The Temple Garden.

Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that

Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red. Enter the EARLS OF SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; Plan. Meantime, your cheeks do counterfeit our RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer. For pale they look with fear, as witnessing (roses; Plan. Great lords and gentlemen, what means The truth on our side. this silence?


No, Plantagenet, Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

'Tis not for fear, but anger, that thy cheeks Suf. Within the Temple hall we were too loud; Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses, The garden here is more convenient.

And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth; Plan, Hath not thy rose a inker, Somerset? Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?

Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet? Suf. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law, Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his And never yet could frame my will to it;

truth; And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then, be- Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding tween us.

roses, War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher That shall maintain what I have said is true, pitch;

Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, Between two blades, which bears the better temper; I scorn thee and thy faction, peevish boy. Between two horses, which doth bear him best; Suf. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye ; Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment:

and thee, But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,

Suj. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.

Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole! Plan. Tut, tut! here is a mannerly forbearance: We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. The truth appears so naked on my side;

· War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, That any purblind eye may find it out.

Somerset; Som. And on my side it is so well apparell’d, His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, So clear, so shining, and so evident,

Third son to the third Edward, king of England. That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root? Plan. Since you are tongue-tied, and so loath to Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege, speak,

Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:

Som. By him that made me, l’il maintain my Let him that is a true-born gentleman,

words And stands upon the honour of his birth,

On any plot of ground in Christendom. If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,

Was not thy father, Richard carl of Cambridge, From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. For treason executed in our late king's days?

Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, And, by his treason, stand’st not thou attainted, But dare maintain the party of the truth,

Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me

His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
War. I love no colours; and, without all colour And, till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman.
Of base insinuating flattery,

Flan. My íather was attached, not attainted; I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.

Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor; Suf. I pluck this red rose with young Somerset; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset, And say withal, I think he held the right.

Were growing time once ripen’d to my will

. Ver. Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no For your partaker Poole, and you yourself, more,

I'll note you in my book of memory, Till you conclude, that he, upon whose side

To scourge you for this apprehension: The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree,

Look to it well, and say you are well warn'd. Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still ; Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected: · And know us, by these colours, for thy foes,If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear. Plan. And I.

Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,

Will I for ever, and my faction, wear, Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

Until it wither with me to my grave, Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off , Or flourish to the height of my degree.

[tion! Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, Suf. Go forward, and be chokd with thy ambiAnd fall on my side so, against your will.

And so, farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exeunt. Som. Have with thee, Poole.--Farewell, ambi- That I may kindly give one fainting kiss. — tious Richard.

[Exit. And now declare, sweet stem from York's great Plan. How I am bray'd, and, must perforce en

stock, dure it!

Why didst thou say-of late thou wert despis’d? War. This blot, that they object against your Plan. First, lean thine agèd back against mine house,

arm; Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament,

And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
Call’d for the truce of Winchester and Gloster: This day, in argument upon a case,
And if thou be not then created York,

Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me; I will not live to be accounted Warwick.

Among which terms he us'd his lavish tongue, Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,

And did upbraid me with my father's death: Against proud Somerset, and William Poole, Which obloquy set bars before my tongue, Will I upon thy party wear this rose:

Else with the like I had requited him.
And here I prophesy,--this brawl to-day,

Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, In honour of a true Plantagenet,
Shall send, between the red rose and the white, And for alliance' sake, declare the cause
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.

My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you, Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me,
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth,

Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same. Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
Law. And so will I.

Was cursed instrument of his decease.
Plan. Thanks, gentle Sir.'

Plan. Discover more at large what cause that Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say

For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.

(was; This quarrel will drink blood another day.

Mor. I will, if that my fading breath permit, [Excunt. And death approach not ere my tale be done.

Henry the fourth, grandfather to this king, Scene V:-LONDON. A Room in the Tower. Depos'd his nephew Richard,-Edward's son, Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair by two Keepers.

The first-begotten, and the lawful heir Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,

Of Edward king, the third of that descent: Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.

During whose reign the Percies of the north, Even like a man new hailed from the rack,

Finding his usurpation most unjust, So fare my limbs with long imprisonment;

Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne: , And these gray locks, the pursuivants of death,

The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Nestor-like aged, in an age of care,

Was—for that (young king Richard thus remor'd, Argue the end of Edinund Mortimer.

Leaving no heir begotten of his body) These eyes,-like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,

I was the next by birth and parentage; Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent:

For by my mother I derived am Weak shoulders, overborne with burd’ning grief;

From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son And pithless arms, like to a wither’d vine

To king Edward the third; whereas he
That droops his sapless branches to the ground:*

From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Yet are these feet, - whose strengthless stay is numb, Being but fourth of that heroic line.
Unable to support this lump of clay,–

But mark: as, in this haughty great attempt,
Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,

They laboured to plant the rightful heir, As witting I 'no other comfort have. —

I lost my liberty, and they their lives. But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?.

Long after this, when Henry the fifth i Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:

(Succeeding his father Bolingbroke) did reign, We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber;

Thy father, earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd And answer was return'd, that he will come.

From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York, Mor: Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.

Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.

Again, tin pity of my hard distress, Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,

Lewed an army, weening to redeem

And have, install'd me in the diadem : (Before whose glory I was great in arms). This loathsome sequestration have I had;

But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl,

And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
And even since then hath Richard been obscur'de
Depriv'd of honour and inheritance.

In whom the title rested, were suppress'd.
But now, the arbitrator of despairs,

Plen. Of

. which, my lord, your honour is the last, Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,

Mor.: True; and thou seest that I no issue have, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence:

And that my fainting words do arrant death: I would his troubles likewise were expir'd,

Thou art my heir; the rest, I wish thee gather: That so he might recover what was lost.

But yet be wary in thy studious care.

Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me Enter Richard PLANTAGENET.

But yet, methinks, my father's execution 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is come. Was nothing less than bloody tyranny. Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come? Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politic:

Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster, Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.

And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd. Mor. Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck, But now thy uncle is removing hence; And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:

As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, With long continuance in a settled place.

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Plan, O uncle, would some part of my young As he will have me, how am I so poor?

Or how haps it, I seek not to advance
Might but redeem the passage of your age!

Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
Mor. Thou dost, then, wrong me, -as the slaugh- | And for dissension, who preferreth peace
terer doth,

More than I do,-except I be provok'd?
Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; It is not that that hath incens'd the duke:
Only, give order for my funeral:

It is, because no one should sway but he;
And so, farewell; and fair be all thy hopes,

No one but he should be about the king;
And prosperous be thy life in peace and war! And that engenders thunder in his breast,

(Dies. And makes him roar these accusations forth.
Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul! But he shall know, I am as good-
In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage,


As good!
And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.-

Thou bastard of my grandfather!
Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;

Win. Ay, lordly Sir; for what are you, I pray,
And what I do imagine, let that rest.-

But one imperious in another's throne?
Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself

Glo. Am I not protector, saucy priest?
Will see his burial better than his life. -

Win. And am not I a prelate of the church?
[Exeunt Keepers, bearing out the body of Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,

And useth it to patronage his theft.
Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,

Win, Unreverent Gloster!
Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort :-


Thou art reverent
And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,

Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house,

Win. Rome shall remedy this.
I doubt not but with honour to redress;


Roam thither then.
And therefore haste I to the parliament,

Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
Either to be restored to my blood,

War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
Or make my ill th' advantage of my good. [Exit. Som. Methinks my lord should be religious,

And know the office that belongs to such.

War, Methinks his lordship should be humbler;
It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.

Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.

War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that?
SCENE I.- LONDON. The Parliament-House. Is not his grace protector to the king?

Plan. (Aside.] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his
Flourish. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, GLOSTER, WAR-

CHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOSTER Lest it be said, “ Speak, sirrah, when you should ;
offers to put up a bill; WINCHESTER snatches it, and Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?”
tcars it.

Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines, K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester,
With written pamphlets studiously devis’d,

The special watchmen of our English weal,
Humphrey of Gloster? If thou canst accuse, I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,

To join your hearts in love and amity.
Do it without invention, suddenly;

O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
As I, with sudden and extemporal speech,

That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
Purpose to answer what thou canst object.

Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell,
Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place commands Civil dissension is a viperous worm,
my patience,

That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth. --
Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.

(A noise within; “Down with the tawney
Think not, although in writing I preferr'd

The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,

What tumult's this?
That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able


An uproar, I dare warrant,
Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:

Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,

[A noise again within; “Stones! Stones!”
Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks,
As very infants prattle of thy pride.

Enter the Mayor of London, attended.
Thou art a most pernicious usurer ;

May. O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
Froward by nature, enemy to peace;

Pity the city of London, pity us!
Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems

The bishop and the duke of Gloster's mcı,
A man of thy profession and degree;

Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
And for thy treachery, what's more manisest, Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones,
In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,

And banding themselves in contráry parts,
As well at London bridge, as at the Tower?

Do pelt so fast at one another's pate,
Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
The king, thy sov'reign, is not quite exempt

Our windows are broke down in every street,
From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

And we, for fear, compell’d to shut our shops.
Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouchsafe Enter, skirmishing, the of Gloster and WiN-
To give me hearing what I shall reply.

CHESTER, with bloody pates.
If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse,

K. Hen. We charge youi, on allegiance to ourself,

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