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turn to moan.
Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
And sent our sons and husbands captivate. When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
Tal. Ha, ha, ha! You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. Count. Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of
Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond,3 Could not prevail with all their oratory,
To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruld:- Whereon to practise your severity. And therefore tell her, I return great thanks; Count. Why, art not thou the man? And in submission will attend on her.
I am indeed. Will not your honours bear me company?
Count. Then have I substance too.
For what you see, is but the smallest part
I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, Come hither, captain. (Whispers.) – You perceive It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, my mind.
Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. Capt. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. Count. This is a riddling merchant for the
He will be here, and yet he is not here:
Tal. That will I show you presently.
ordnance. The gates being forced, enter soldiers. Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, I shall as famous be by this exploit,
That Talbot is but shadow of himself? As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.
These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; And his achievements of no less account: Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, || And in a moment makes them desolate. To give their censurel of these rare reports. Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse :
I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited ;s Enter Messenger and Talbot.
And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Mess. Madam,
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; According as your ladyship desir'd,
For I am sorry, that with reverence By message crav'd, so is lord Talbot come.
I did not entertain thee as thou art. Count. And he is welcome. What? is this the Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue man?
The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake Mess. Madam, it is.
The outward composition of his body. Count.
Is this the scourge of France? What you have done, hath not offended me :
No other satisfaction do I crave,
Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have;
Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Exeunt. Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf : It cannot be, this weak and writhled2 shrimp,
SCENE IV.–London. The Temple Garden. Should strike such terror to his enemies.
Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you:
Warwick; Richard Plantagenet, Vernon, and
another Lawyer. But since your ladyship is not at leisure, I'll sort some other time to visit you.
Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means Count. What means he now ?-Go ask him
this silence? whither he goes?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth? Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves Suff. Within the Temple hall we were too loud; To know the cause of your abrupt departure. The garden here is more convenient.
Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth; I go to certify her, Talbot's here.
Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error? Re-enter Porter, with keys.
. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;
And never yet could frame my will to it; Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Tal. Prisoner! to whom?
Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord;
between us. And for that cause I train’d thee to my house. War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
pitch; For in my gallery thy picture hangs :
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; But now the substance shall endure the like; Between two blades, which bears the better temper; And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, Between two horses, which doth bear him best ;6 That hast by tyranny, these many years, Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye; Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment (1) For opinion. (2) Wrinkled.
(5) Announced loudly.
(6) i. e. Regulate his motions most adroitly.
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. 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 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 durnb significants proclaim your thoughts : Som. By him that made me, I'll 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, 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 exempts 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,
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;2 || 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, 1 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 am. And fall on my side so against your will.
bition! Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, And so farewell, until I meet thee next. (Erit. Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,
Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambi. And 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 en. Law. 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
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 ? | Callid for the truce of Winchester and Gloster:
Som. Here, in my scabbard ; meditating that, And, if thou be not then created York,
Against proud Somerset, and William Poole,
And here I prophesy; -- This brawl to-day,
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 same. A room in the Tower. Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair by tuo Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
Keepers. I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Suff. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both himEven like a man new haled from the rack, and thee.
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment:
our roses ;
(1) Tints and deceits : a play on the word.
(4) The Temple, being a religious house, was a sanctuary. (5) Excluded. (6) Confederate. (7) Opinion
And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death, The first-begotten, and the lawful heir
Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
During whose reign, the Percies of the north, These eyes,-like lamps whose wasting oil is Finding his usurpation most unjust, spent,
Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne : Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent:2 The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Weak shoulders, overborne with burd'ning grief; || Was—for that (young king Richard thus remov'd, And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine, Leaving no heir begotten of his body,)
That droops his sapless branches to the ground. - I was the next by birth and parentage;
From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pec'igree, As witting I no other comfort have.
Being but fourth of that heroic line. But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? But mark; as, in this haughty6 great attempt,
1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come: They laboured to plant the rightful heir, We sent unto the Temple, to his charnber; I lost my liberty, and they their lives. And answer was return'd, that he will come. Long after this, wherí Henry the Fifth,
Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied.- || Succeeding his father Bolingbroke,—did reign, Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine. Thy father, earl of Cambridge,-then deriv'd Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York, (Before whose glory I was great in arms,) Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, This loathsome sequestration have I had; Again, in pity of my hard distress, And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd, Levied an army; weening to redeem, Depriv'd of honour and inheritance:
And have install'd me in the diadem : But now the arbitrator of despairs,
But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl, Just death, kind umpire3 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. I would, his troubles likewise were expir'd, Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the last. That so he might recover what was lost.
Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue have; Enter Richard Plantagenet.
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 me: Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is he But yet, methinks, my father's execution come?
Was nothing less than bloody tyranny. Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politic; Your nephew, late-despised4 Richard, comes. Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd.
But now thy uncle is removing hence; 0, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.-- With long continuance in a settled place. And now declare, sweet stem from York's great Plan. O, uncle, 'would some part of my young stock,
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 slaugh
t'rer doth, And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.5 Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. This day, in argument upon a case,
Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me: Only, give order for my funeral ; Among which terms he used his lavish tongue, And so farewell; and fair8 be all thy hopes ! And did upbraid me with my father's death; And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
(Dies. Else with the like I had requited him : *
Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul ! Therefore, good uncle,-for my father's sake, In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, In honour of a true Plantagenet,
And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.-
Mor. Thatcause, fair nephew, thatimprison'dme, Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself
(Exerint Keepers, bearing out Mortiiner. 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 :
And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.
Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit, I doubt not, but with honour to redress : And death approach not ere my tale be done And therefore haste I to the parliament; Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king, Either to be restored to my blood, Deposid his nephew Richard; Edward's son, Or make my illo the advantage of my good. (Exit
(1) The heralds that, fore-running death, pro-|| (4) Lately-despised. (5) Uneasiness, discontent claim its approach.
(6) High (7) Thinking (2) End
(8) Lucky, prosperous. (3) . e He who terminates or concludes misery. I (9) My ill, is my ill usage.
ACT III. .
War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that?
Is not his grace protector to the king?
Plan. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue;
, 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 ;l Winchester
K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester, snatches it, and tears it.
The special watchmen of our English weal;
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell,
What tumult's this?
An uproar, I dare warrant,
(A noise again; Stones! stones!
Enter the Mayor of London, attended.
The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men,
Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones;
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate,
we, for fear, compellid to shut our shops.
Enter, skirmishing, the retainers of Gloster and
Winchester, with bloody pates.
To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace.
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 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. And for dissension, 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;
3 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man
So kind a father of the commonweal,
As good? ||To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, 3
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight,
1 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails
(Skirmish again. Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,
Stay, stay, I say !
And, if you love me, as you say you do,
Let me persuade you to forbear a while.
Thou art reverent K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my
Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold
Roam thither then. My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?
Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, If holy churchmen take delight in broils ?
War. My lord protector, yield ;-yield, Win-
Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,
You see what mischief, and what murder too, (1) i. e. Articles of accusation.
(3) This was a term of reproach towards men (2) Unseemly, indecent.
Hath been enacted through your enmity;
Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York! Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
(Aside. Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield. Glo. Now it will best avail your majesty,
Glo. Compassion on the king commands me stoop; To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France:
Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends;
K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, king Hen. As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.
[Exeunt all but Exeter. preach,
Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in That malice was a great and grievous sin : And will not you maintain the thing you teach, Not seeing what is likely to ensue: But prove a chief offender in the same?
This late dissension grown betwixt the peers, War. Sweet king !—the bishop hath a kindly || Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love, gird. 1
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 time 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. (Ezrt.
(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, with 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 heed, be wary how you place your words; 3 Serv. And I will see what physic the cavern Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men,
affords. (Exeunt Servants, Mayor, &-c. || That come to gather 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 lord 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 Roüen; You have great reason to do Richard right: Therefore we'll knock.
(Knocks. Especially, for those occasions
Guard. (Within.] Qui est la? At Eltham-place I told your majesty.
Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France : K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of Poor market-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 be restored to his blood.
Puc. Now, Roüen, 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, Alençol, 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!
Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience, Now she is there, how will she specify
Which, once discern'd, shows, that her meaning is, And, in reguerdon2 of that duty done,
No way to that,4 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 All. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of friend, York!
The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
(1) Feels an emotion of kind remorse.
(3) Confederates in stratagems.