Henry VI, Part 1 (Folio 1, 1623)
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The first Part of Henry the Sixt.
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¶And large proportion of his strong knit Limbes.
¶Alas, this is a Child, a silly Dwarfe:
¶It cannot be, this weake and writhled shrimpe
¶ Talb. Madame, I haue beene bold to trouble you:
¶ Count. What meanes he now?
865Goe aske him, whither he goes?
¶ Mess. Stay my Lord Talbot, for my Lady craues,
¶To know the cause of your abrupt departure?
¶I goe to certifie her Talbot's here.
870
Enter Porter with Keyes.
875Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
¶For in my Gallery thy Picture hangs:
¶And I will chayne these Legges and Armes of thine,
¶ Talb. Ha, ha, ha.
¶Thy mirth shall turne to moane.
¶To thinke, that you haue ought but Talbots shadow,
¶ Count. Why? art not thou the man?
¶ Talb. I am indeede.
¶And least proportion of Humanitie:
895I tell you Madame, were the whole Frame here,
¶Your Roofe were not sufficient to contayn't.
¶ Count. This is a Riddling Merchant for the nonce,
¶He will be here, and yet he is not here:
900How can these contrarieties agree?
¶
Winds his Horne, Drummes strike vp, a Peale
¶
of Ordenance: Enter Souldiors.
¶With which he yoaketh your rebellious Neckes,
¶Razeth your Cities, and subuerts your Townes,
¶And in a moment makes them desolate.
¶And more then may be gathered by thy shape.
¶Let my presumption not prouoke thy wrath,
¶For I am sorry, that with reuerence
915I did not entertaine thee as thou art.
¶The minde of Talbot, as you did mistake
¶The outward composition of his body.
¶What you haue done, hath not offended me:
¶But onely with your patience, that we may
¶ Count. With all my heart, and thinke me honored,
Exeunt._
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Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset,
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Poole, and others.
¶ Yorke. Great Lords and Gentlemen,
¶What meanes this silence?
¶ Suff. Within the Temple Hall we were too lowd,
¶The Garden here is more conuenient.
935 Suff. Faith I haue beene a Truant in the Law,
¶And neuer yet could frame my will to it,
¶And therefore frame the Law vnto my will.
¶ Som. Iudge you, my Lord of Warwicke, then be-
¶tweene vs.
940 War. Between two Hawks, which flyes the higher pitch,
¶Between two Dogs, which hath the deeper mouth,
¶Between two Blades, which beares the better temper,
¶Between two Girles, which hath the merryest eye,
¶Good faith I am no wiser then a Daw.
¶ York. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
950That any purblind eye may find it out.
¶That it will glimmer through a blind-mans eye.
955In dumbe significants proclayme your thoughts:
¶Let him that is a true-borne Gentleman,
¶And stands vpon the honor of his birth,
¶From off this Bryer pluck a white Rose with me.
960 Som. Let him that is no Coward, nor no Flatterer,
¶But dare maintaine the partie of the truth,
¶Pluck a red Rose from off this Thorne with me.
¶ War. I loue no Colours: and without all colour
965I pluck this white Rose with Plantagenet.
¶And say withall, I thinke he held the right.
¶ Vernon. Stay Lords and Gentlemen, and pluck no more
¶Shall yeeld the other in the right opinion.
¶ York. And I.
¶ Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
¶ Vernon. If I, my Lord, for my opinion bleed,
¶Opinion shall be Surgeon to my hurt,
Lawyer. Vn-
