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But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Suff. 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. Tút, 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 apparellid, 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-ty'd, 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 inade me, I'll maintain my Let him that is a true-born genileman,
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 fainer, Richard, earl 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,
Plan. My father was attached, not attainted ; I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor ;
Suff. 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 partakere 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 fues ; 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. Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy amAnd fall on my side so against your will.
bition ! Ver. If l, my lord, for my opinion bleed, And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit. Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,
Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambiAnd keep me on the side where still I am.
(Exit. Som. Well, well, come on: Who else ?
Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce enLaw. Unless my study and my books be false,
dure it! The argument you held, was wrong in you;
War. This blot, that they object against your
[To Somerset. house, In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too.
Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument ? Calld for the truce of Winchester and Gloster : Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, And, if thou be not then created York, Shall die your white rose in a bloody red.
I will not live to be accounted Warwick. Plan. Mean time, your cheeks' do counterfeit Mean time, in signal of my love to thee, our roses;
Against proud Somerset, and William Poole, For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Will I upon thy party wear this rose: The truth on our side.
And here I prophesy, --This brawl to-day, Som.
No, Plantagenet, Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,
Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ? That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
Plan. Thanks, gentle sir.
roses, That shall maintain what I have said is true,
SCENE V.-The sime. A room in the Tower, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair by two Plan. Now by this maiden blossom in my hand,
Keepers. I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish bov.
Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Suff. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. Let dving Mortiina- here rest himself. Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him Even like a man new haled from the rack, and thee.
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment: (1) Tints and deceits : a play on the word. (4) The Temple, being a religious house, was a (2) Justly proposed.
sanctuary. (3) i. e. Those who have no right to arms. (5) Excluded. (6) Confederate. (7) Opinion. VOL. II.
OC Edward king, the third of that descent:
During whose reign, the Percies of the north, These eyes,-like lamps whosc wasting oil is Finding his usurpation most unjust, spent,
Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne:
The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this,
That droops his sapless branches to the ground. - I was the next by birth and parentage;
From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son
To king Edward the Third ; whereas he, Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Being but fourth of that heroic line.
1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come : They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied. - Succeeding his father Bolingbroke,--did reign,
From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York, (Before whose glory I was great in arms,)
Marrying iny sister, that thy mother was,
And have install’d me in the diadem:
But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl, Just death, kind umpire' of men's miseries, And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence : In whom the title rested, were suppress'd. 1 would, his troubles likewise were expir'd,
Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue have;
And that my fainting words do warrant death:
Thou art my heir ; the rest, I wish thee gather: 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is But yet be wary in thy studious care.
Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with mo:
Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, And, like a mountain, not to be removid.
But now thy uncle is removing hence;
With long continuance in a settled place.
years Why didst thou say-of late thou wert despis'd ? Might but redeem the passage of your age! Plan. First, lean thine aged back against mine Mor. Thou dost then wrong me; as the slaugharm;
Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
[Dies. Else with the like I had requited him :
Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.-
Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me, Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth, Will see his burial better than his life.-Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
(Exeunt Keepers, bearing out Mortimor, Was cursed instrument of his decease.
Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, Plan. Discover more at large what cause that Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort :was;
And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house,
(1) The heralds that, fore-running death, pro- (4) Lately-despised. (5) Uncasiness, discontent.
(6) High. (7) Thinking. (2) End.
(8) Lucky, prosperous. B) i .. He who terminates or concludes miscry. (9) My ill, is my ill usage.
War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that?
Is not his grace protector to the king? SCENE I.-The same. The Parliament-Honise. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloster, Lest it be said, "Speak, sirrah, when you should;
Plan. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue; Warwick, Somerset, and Suffolk; the Bishop of Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords ? Winchester, Richard Plantagenet, and others. Else would I have a fling at Winchester. (Aside. Gloster offers to put up a bill ;: Winchester
K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester, snatches it, and lears it.
The special watchmen of our English weal; Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines, I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, With written pamphlets studiously devis'd, To join your hearts in love and amity. Humphrey of Gloster? If thou canst accuse,
0, what a scandal is it to our crown, Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, That two such noble peers as ye, should jar! Do it without invention suddenly;
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, As I with sudden and extemporal speech
Civil dissention is a viperous worm, Purpose to answer what thou canst object. That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place commands (A noise within ; Down with the tawny coats! my patience,
What tumult's this? Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd me.
An uproar, I dare warrant, Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
Begun through malice of the bishop's men. The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
[.A noise again; Stones! stones! That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen :
Enter the Mayor of London, altended. No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, May. O, my good lords,—and virtuous Henry, Thý lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, Pity the city of London, pity us ! As very infants prattle of thy pride.
The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men, Thou art a most pernicious usurer ;
Forbidden late to carry any weapon,, Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones; Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems And, banding themselves in contrary parts, A man of thy profession, and degree;
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate, And for thy treachery, What's more manifest ; That many have their giddy brains knock'd out : In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
Our windows are broke down in every street, As well at London-bridge, as at the Tower ? And we, for fear, compellid to shut our shops. Besides, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sisted, The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
Enter, skirmishing, the relainers of Gloster and From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
Winchester, with bloody pates. Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouchsafe K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to ourself, To give me hearing what'I shall reply.
To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace. If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife. As he will have me, How am I so poor?
1 Serv. Nay, if we be Or how haps it, I seek not to advance
Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth, Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling? 2 Serr. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. And for dissention, Who preferreth peace
(Skirmish again. More than I do, except I be provok’d?
Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
broil, It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke : And set this unaccustom'd' fight aside. It is, because no one should sway but he;
3 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man No one, but he, should be about the king'; Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, And that engenders thunder in his breast, Inferior to none, but his majesty: And makes him roar these accusations forth. And ere that we will suffer such a prince, But he shall know, I am as good
So kind a father of the commonweal, Glo.
As good ? To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, Thou bastard of my grandfather!
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, Win. Ay, lordly sir ; For what are you, I pray, And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes. But one imperious in another's throne ?
1 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest? Shall pitch a field, when we are dead. Win. And am I not a prelate of the church?
(Skirmish agan. Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,
Stay, stay, I say And useth it to patronage his theft.
And, if you love me, as you say you do, Win. Unreverent Gloster !
Let me persuade you to forbear a while. Glo.
Thou art reverent K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my Touching thv spiritual function, not thy life.
soul! Win. This Rome shall remedy.
Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold War.
Roam thither then. My sighs and tears, and will not once relent? Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. Who should be pitiful, if you be not: War. Av, see the bishop be not overborne. Or who should study to prefer a peace,
Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, If holy churchmen take delight in broils ? And know the office that belongs to such.
War. My lord protector, yield ;-yield, WinWar. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler ; chester ;It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
Except you mean, with obstinate repulse, Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm.
You see what mischief, and what murder too, (1) i. e. Articles of accusation.
(3) This was a term of reproach towards mon Unseemly, indecent.
Hath been enacted through your enmity;
Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York! T'hen be at peace, except je thirst fur blóvd.
An.ongsi his subjects, ana luis loyal friends;
k. Hen. When Gioster says the word, king HenAs by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
Glo. Here, Winchester, 1 offer thee my hand. Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.
(Exeunt all but Exeter, preach,
Exe. Av, we may march in England or in That malice was a great and grievous sin:
This late dissension grown betwixt the peers,
And will at last break out into a flame :
Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee; So will this base and envious discord breed.
Glo. Ay; but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.- Which, in the name of Henry, nam'd the Fifth, See here, my friends, and loving countrymen ; Was in the mouth of every sucking babe,-. This token serveth for a flag of truce,
That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all; Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers :
And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all : So help me God, as I dissemble not!
Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish Win. So help me God, as I intend it not ! His days may finish ere that hapless time. (Exit.
[.Aside. K. Hen, O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster,
SCENE II.-France. Before Rouen.
Enter How joyful am I made by this contráct!
La Pucelle disguised, and Soldiers dressed like Away, my masters ! trouble us no more;
countrymen, wih sacks upon their backs. But join in friendship, as your lords have done. Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen, 1 Serv. Content; I'll to the surgeon's.
Through which our policy must make a breach: 2 Serv,
And so will I. Take hiced, be wary how you place your words ; 3 Serv. And I will see what physic the tavern Talk like the vulyar sort of market-men,
affords, [Exeunt Servants, Mayor, &.c. That come to gaiher money for their corn. War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign; If we have entrance (as I hope we shall,) Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet And that we find the slothful watch but weak, We do exhibit to your majesty.
I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, Glo. Well urg'd, my loid of Warwick : for, sweet That Charles the dauphin may encounter them. prince,
1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, An if your grace mark every circumstance, And we be lords and rulers over Rouen; You have great reason to do Richard right : Therefore we'll knock.
[Knocks. Especially, for those occasions
Guard. (Within.] Qui est là ? At Eltham-place I told your majesty.
Pue. Paissans, paurres gens de France : K. Hen. "And those occasions, uncle, were of Poor inarket-folks, that come to sell their corn. force :
Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is,
(Opens the gates, That Richard he restored to his blood.
Puc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to War. Let Richard be restored to his blood;
the ground. [Pucelle, &c. enter the city. So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd.
Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. Enter Charles, Bastard of Orleans, Alençon, and K. Hen. If Richard will be true, not that alone,
forces. But all the whole inheritance I give,
Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem! That doth belong unto the house of York,
And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen. From whence you spring by lineal descent.
Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants;' Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience,
Now she is there, how will she specify And humble service, till the point of death. Where is the best and safest passage in ? K. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee against
Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower, my foot;
Which, once discern'd, shows, that her meaning is, And, in reguerdonof that duty done,
No way to that," for weakness, which she enter'd. I girt thee with the valiant sword of York: Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet;
Enter La Pucelle on a battlement: holding out a And rise created princely duke of York.
torch burning. Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, fall:
That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen : And as my duty springs, so perish they
But burning fatal to the Talbotites. That grudge one thought against your majesty! Bast. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our Au. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of
The burning torch in yonder turret stands,
(3) Confederates in stratagems,
(4) i. e. No way equal to that
Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
And as his father here was conqueror; A prophet to the fall of all our foes !
As sure as in this late betrayed town Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous Great Cæur-de-lion's heart was buried;
So sure I swear to get the town, or die. Enter, and cry— The Dauphin ;-presently,
Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. And then do execution on the watch. (They enter. Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English.
The valiant' duke of Bedividi-Come, my lord,
We will bestow you in some better place, Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age. tears,
Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: I Talbot but survive thy treachery.
Here will I sit before the walls of Roüen, Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, And will be partner of your weal, or wo. Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, Eur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade That hardly we escap'd the pride of France.
you. (Exeunt to the toron. Bed. Not to be gone from hence : for once I read Alarum : Excursions.
That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, Enter from the tonen, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes ; Bedford, brought in sick, in a chair, with Tal- Methinks, I should revive the soldier's hearts, bot, Burgundy, and the English forces. Then, Because I ever found them as myself. enter on the walls, La Pucelle, Charles, Bastard,
Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast ! Alençon, and others.
Then be it so ;-Heavens keep old Bedford safe! Puc. Good morrow, gallants ! want ye corn for And now no inore ado, brave Burgundy, bread ?
But gather we our forces out of hand, I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast
And set upon our boasting enemy. Before he'll buy again at such a rate :
[Ereunt Burgundy, Talbot, and forces, leave 'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste ?
ing Bedford, and others. Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless court
Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir John Fastolfe I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own,
and a Captain. And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Capt. Whither away, sir John Fastolfe, in such Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before
haste ? that time.
Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight; Bed. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this We are like to have the overthrow again. treason!
Capt. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot ? Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard ? break Fast. a lance,
All the Talbots in the world to save life. (Exit. And run a tilt al death within a chair ?
Capt. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
(Exit. Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours !
Retreat : Excursions. Enter from the town, La Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardice a man half dead ?
Pucelle, Alençon, Charles, &c.; and exerunt Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
flying. Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please; Puc. Are you so hot, sir ?-Yet, Pucelle, hold For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
What is the trust or strength of foolish man? If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
They, that of late were daring with their scoffs, (Talbot, and the rest, consult together. Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker ?
(Dies, and is carried of in his chair. Tal. Dare ve come forth, and meet us in the field ?
Alarum : Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and others,
This is a double honour, Burgundy:
Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Will ve, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Alen. Signior, no.
Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. Tal. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of France ! Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Puz Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls,
celle now? And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. I think her old familiar is asleep:
Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls: Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.
gleeks ?? God be wi' you my lord! we caine, sir, but to tell what, all a-mort ?' Rouen hangs her head for grief, you
That such a valiant company are fled.
Now will we take some order in the town,
Bur. What wil!s lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy, (Prick'd on by public wrongs, sustain'd in France,) Tal. But vet, before we go, let's not forget Either to get the town again, or die :
'The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, And I,-as sure as English Henry lives,
But see his exequies' fulfill'd in Rouen; (1) Hauchty power.
(4) Make some necessary dispositions. (2) Scoffs. (3) Quite dispirited. (5) Funeral rites. .