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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 1 (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Henry VI, Part 1 (Folio 1, 1623)

    Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset,
    Poole, and others.
    Yorke. Great Lords and Gentlemen,
    What meanes this silence?
    930Dare no man answer in a Case of Truth?
    Suff. Within the Temple Hall we were too lowd,
    The Garden here is more conuenient.
    York. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the Truth:
    Or else was wrangling Somerset in th'error?
    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 Horses, which doth beare him best,
    Between two Girles, which hath the merryest eye,
    945I haue perhaps some shallow spirit of Iudgement:
    But in these nice sharpe Quillets of the Law,
    Good faith I am no wiser then a Daw.
    York. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
    The truth appeares so naked on my side,
    950That any purblind eye may find it out.
    Som. And on my side it is so well apparrell'd,
    So cleare, so shining, and so euident,
    That it will glimmer through a blind-mans eye.
    York. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loth to speake,
    955In dumbe significants proclayme your thoughts:
    Let him that is a true-borne Gentleman,
    And stands vpon the honor of his birth,
    If he suppose that I haue pleaded truth,
    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
    Of base insinuating flatterie,
    965I pluck this white Rose with Plantagenet.
    Suff. I pluck this red Rose, with young Somerset,
    And say withall, I thinke he held the right.
    Vernon. Stay Lords and Gentlemen, and pluck no more
    Till you conclude, that he vpon whose side
    970The fewest Roses are cropt from the Tree,
    Shall yeeld the other in the right opinion.
    Som. Good Master Vernon, it is well obiected:
    If I haue fewest, I subscribe in silence.
    York. And I.
    975 Vernon. Then for the truth, and plainnesse of the Case,
    I pluck this pale and Maiden Blossome here,
    Giuing my Verdict on the white Rose side.
    Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
    Least bleeding, you doe paint the white Rose red,
    980And fall on my side so against your will.
    Vernon. If I, my Lord, for my opinion bleed,
    Opinion shall be Surgeon to my hurt,
    And keepe me on the side where still I am.
    Som. Well, well, come on, who else?
    985 Lawyer. Vnlesse my Studie and my Bookes be false,
    The argument you held, was wrong in you;
    In signe whereof, I pluck a white Rose too.
    Yorke. Now Somerset, where is your argument?
    Som. Here in my Scabbard, meditating, that
    990Shall dye your white Rose in a bloody red.
    York Meane time your cheeks do counterfeit our Roses:
    For pale they looke with feare, as witnessing
    The truth on our side.
    Som. No Plantagenet:
    995'Tis not for feare, but anger, that thy cheekes
    Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our Roses,
    And yet thy tongue will not confesse thy error.
    Yorke. Hath not thy Rose a Canker, Somerset?
    Som. Hath not thy Rose a Thorne, Plantagenet?
    1000 Yorke. I, sharpe and piercing to maintaine his truth,
    Whiles thy consuming Canker eates his falsehood.
    Som. Well, Ile find friends to weare my bleeding Roses,
    That shall maintaine what I haue said is true,
    Where false Plantagenet dare not be seene.
    1005 Yorke. Now by this Maiden Blossome in my hand,
    I scorne thee and thy fashion, peeuish Boy.
    Suff. Turne not thy scornes this way, Plantagenet.
    Yorke. Prowd Poole, I will, and scorne both him and
    thee.
    1010 Suff. Ile turne my part thereof into thy throat.
    Som. Away, away, good William de la Poole,
    We grace the Yeoman, by conuersing with him.
    Warw. Now by Gods will thou wrong'st him, Somerset:
    His Grandfather was Lyonel Duke of Clarence,
    1015Third Sonne to the third Edward King of England:
    Spring Crestlesse Yeomen from so deepe a Root?
    Yorke. He beares him on the place's Priuiledge,
    Or durst not for his crauen heart say thus.
    Som. By him that made me, Ile maintaine my words
    1020On any Plot of Ground in Christendome.
    Was not thy Father Richard, Earle of Cambridge,
    For Treason executed in our late Kings dayes?
    And by his Treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
    Corrupted, and exempt from ancient Gentry?
    1025His Trespas yet liues guiltie in thy blood,
    And till thou be restor'd, thou art a Yeoman.
    Yorke. My Father was attached, not attainted,
    Condemn'd to dye for Treason, but no Traytor;
    And that Ile proue on better men then Somerset,
    1030Were growing time once ripened to my will.
    For your partaker Poole, and you your selfe,
    Ile note you in my Booke of Memorie,
    To scourge you for this apprehension:
    Looke to it well, and say you are well warn'd.
    1035 Som. Ah, thou shalt finde vs ready for thee still:
    And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes,
    For these, my friends in spight of thee shall weare.
    Yorke. And by my Soule, this pale and angry Rose,
    As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
    1040Will I for euer, and my Faction weare,
    Vntill it wither with me to my Graue,
    Or flourish to the height of my Degree.
    Suff. Goe forward, and be choak'd with thy ambition:
    And so farwell, vntill I meet thee next. Exit.
    1045 Som. Haue with thee Poole: Farwell ambitious Ri-
    chard. Exit.
    Yorke. How I am brau'd, and must perforce endure
    it?
    Warw. This blot that they obiect against your House,
    1050Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament,
    Call'd for the Truce of Winchester and Gloucester:
    And if thou be not then created Yorke,
    I will not liue to be accounted Warwicke.
    Meane time, in signall of my loue to thee,
    1055Against prowd Somerset, and William Poole,
    Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose.
    And here I prophecie: this brawle to day,
    Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden,
    Shall send betweene the Red-Rose and the White,
    1060A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night.
    Yorke. Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
    That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower.
    Ver. In your behalfe still will I weare the same.
    Lawyer. And so will I.
    1065 Yorke. Thankes gentle.
    Come, let vs foure to Dinner: I dare say,
    This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day.
    Exeunt.
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