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The argument you held, was wrong in you; Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee ftill:
[To Somerset. And know us, by theie colours, for thy foes; In fign whereof, I pluck a white rose too.
For these my friends, in fpight of thee, shall wear. Plant. Now, Somerset, where is your argument? Plant. And, by my soul, this pale and angry roíe,
Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, 5 As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, Shall dye your white rose to a bloody red. (rofes; Will I for ever, and my faction, wear ;
Plant. Mean time your cheeks do counterfeit our Until it wither with me to my grave, For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Or flourish to the height of my degree. [bition! The truth on our side.
Suf. Go forward, and he choak d with thy amSom. No, Plantagenet,
10 And fo farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit. 'Tis not for fear; but anger--that thy cheeks Sim. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambiBlush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses;
[Exit. And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plant. How I am brav’d, and must perforce enPlant. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ?
[house, Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet ? 151 War. This blot, that they object againit your Plant. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, truth;
Call d for the truce of Winchester and Gloster : Whiles thy consuming canker eats his fallhood. And, if thou be not then created York, Som. Weil, I'll find friends to wear my bleed- will not live to be accounted Warwick. ing roses,
20 Mean time, in signal of my love to thee, That shall maintain what I have said is true, Againit proud Somerset, and William Poole, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
Will I upon thy party wear this rose : Plant. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, And here I prophesy,—This brawl to-day I scorn thee and thy fashion ", peevith boy. Grown to this faction, in the Temple-garden,
Suf. Turn not thy fcorns this way, Plantagenet. 25 Shall send, between the red rose and the white, Plant, Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him A thousand souls to death and deadly night. and thee.
Plant. Good maiter Vernon, I am bound to you, Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole! Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same. We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. 30 Law. Andio will I. War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'it him, Plant. Thanks, gentle sir. Somerset;
Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say,
A Room in the Tower.
Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, On any plot of ground in Christendom: [words Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, 40 Even like a man new haled from the rack, For treason executed in our late king's days ? So fare my limbs with long imprisonment : And,
his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, And these grey locks, the 8 pursuivants of death, Corrupted, and exempt * from ancient gentry? Neftor-like aged, in an age of care, His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
Plant. My father was attached, not attainted; Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent 9:
Unable to support this lump of clay, 'To fcourge you for this apprehensions :
Swift-winged with desire to get a grave, Look to it well; and say you are well warn’d. As witting I no other comfort have.
'By fashion is meant the badge of the red rose, which Somerset says he and his friends Mould be dira tinguith'd by. 2 j. e. those who have no right to arms. 3 The Temple, being a religious house, was an asylum, a place of exemption, from violence, revenge, and bloodshed. 4 Exempi, for excluded. s i. e, opinion. 6 A badge is called a cognisance à cognoscendi, because hy it such persons as do wear it upon their sleeves, their shoulders, or in their hats, are manifestly known whose servants they are.
7 Mr. Edwards observes, that Shakipeare has varied from the truth of history, to introduce this scene between Mortimer and Richard Plantagenet. Edmund Mortimer served under Henry V. in 1422, and died unconfined in Ireland in 1424. Holinthed lays, that Mortimer was one of the mourners at the funeral of Henry V. Mr. Steevens adds, “ that his uncle, fir John Mortimer, was indeed prisoner in the Tower, and was executed not long before the earl of March's death, being charged with an attempt to make his escape in order to itir up an insurrection in Wales.” 8i. e. the heralds that, forerunning death, proclaim its approach. 9 i. e. end.
But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come ? was the next by birth and parentage ;
Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come : For by my mother I derived am
Mor. Enough; my soul then shall be satisfy'd.- s From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
They laboured to plant the rightful heir, This loathsome sequeftration have I had;
I lost my liberty, and they their lives. And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd, 10 Long after this, when Henry the fifth Depriv'd of honour and inheritance ;
Succeeding his father Bolingbroke,—did reign, But now, the arbitrator of despairs,
Thy father, earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd
Levied an army; weening to redeem,
And have install'd me in the diadem :
[come? And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is he 20 In whom the title refted, were suppressid.
Plant. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us’d, Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the last. Your nephew, late-despised Richard, comes.
Mir. True; and thou seest, that I no issue have; Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, And that my fainting words do warrant death : And in his bosom spend my latter gasp :
Thou art my heir; the reft I wish thee gather 4 : Oh, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, 25 But yet be wary in thy studious care. [me: That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.-
Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with And now declare, sweet stem from York's great But yet, methinks, my father's exccution stock,
Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
Plant. First, lean thine aged back against mine 30 Strong fixed is the house of Lancaster,
But now thy uncle is removing hence;
Might but redeem the passage of your age ! Elle with the like I had requited him :
Mor. Thon dost then wrong me; as the Naught'rer Therefore, good uncle--for my father's sake,
doth, In honour of a true Plantagenet,
Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. And for alliance' fake,--declare the cause 40 Mourn not, except thou forrow for my good; My father, earl of Cambridge, loft his head. [me, Only, give order for my funeral ;
Ma. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd And so farewel; and fair 5 be all thy hopes ! And hath detain'd me, all my fow'ring youth, And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! (Dies. Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting Toul! Was cursed instrument of his decease. (was : 45 In prison haft thou spent a pilgrimage,
Plant. Discover more at large what cause that And like a hermit over-pass'd thy days.
Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
Choak'd with ambition of the meaner sort 6: Of Edward king, the third of that descent : And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, During whose reign, the Percies of the north, Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, Finding his ufurpation most unjust,
55 I doubt not, but with honour to redress :
(Exit. ! That is, he that terminates or concludes misery. 2 i. e. my uneafiness or discontent.
3 j. e. bigb. 4 The sense is, I acknowledge thee to be my heir; the consequences which may be collected from thence, I recommend it to thee to draw. 5 i. e. lucky, or prosperous. * We are to understand the Speaker as reflecting on the ill fortune of Mortimer, in being always made a tool of by the Perc.es of che north in their rebellious intrigues ; rather than in asserting his claiin to the crown, in support of his own princely ambition.
S CE N E 1.
Glo. Thou art reverent
Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
Win. Rome shall remedy this. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloffer, Win- War. "Roam thither then.
cbefter, Warwick, Sumerset, Suffolk, and Richard 5 Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. Plantagenet. Glofter offers to put up a Bill; Win- War. Ay, see the bishop be not over-borne. cbefter snatcbes it, and tears it.
Sum. Methinks, my lord should be religious, Om'st thou with deep premeditated And know the office that belongs to such. lines,
War. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler; With written pamphlets studiouny devis d, 10 It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. Humphrey of Glofter? If thou canst accuse,
Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near. Orought intend'st to lay unto my charge,
War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that? Do it without invention suddenly;
Is not his grace protector to the king ? As I with sudden and extemporal speech
Ricb. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue; Purpose to answer what thou canst object. 15 Left it be said, Speak, firrab, when you should ; Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place commands Must your bold verdiet enter talk witb lords? my patience,
Else would I have a fling at Winchester. [Afide. Or thou shouldft find thou hast dishonour'd me. K. Henry. Uncles of Glofter, and of Winchester, Think not, although in writing I preferr'd The special watchmen of our English weal; The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, 20 I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, That therefore I have forg’d, or am not able To join your hearts in love and amity. Verbatim to rehearle the method of my pen : Oh, what a scandal is it to our crown, No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, That two such noble peers as ye, Mould jar! Thy lewd, peftiferous, and diffentious pranks, Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, As very infants prattle of thy pride.
25 Civil dissention is a viperous worm, Thou art a most pernicious usurer;
That gnaws the bowels of the common-wealth. Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
(A noise witbir; Down with the tawny coats! Lascivious, wanton, more than well befecms What tumult's this? A man of thy profession, and degree ;
War. An uproar, I dare warrant,
(A noise again, Stones! Stones! As well at London-bridge, as at the Tower ?
Enter tbe Mayor of London, attended. Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were fifted, Mayor. Oh, my good lords,and virtuous HenThe king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt Pity the city of London, pity us! [ry From envious malice of thy swelling heart. 35 The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men,
Win. Glofter, I do defy thee.--Lords, vouchsafe Forbidden late to carry any weapon, To give me hearing what I shall reply.
Have fillid their pockets full of pebble-stones; If I were covetous, perverse, ambitious,
And, banding themselves in contrary parts, As he will have me, How am I so poor?
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate, Or how haps it, I seek not to advance
40 That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: Or raise myfelf, but keep my wonted calling? Our windows are broke down in every street, And for difTention, Who preferreth peace
And we, for fear, compellid to shut our shops. More than I do,-except I be provok'd ?
Enter men in skirmish, with bloody pates. No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
K. Henry. We charge you, on allegiance to ourself, It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke : 45 To hold your Naught'ring hands and keep the peace. It is, because no one should sway but he;
Pray, uncle Glofter, mitigate this Itrife. No one, but he, should be about the king;
I Serv. Nay, if we be And that engenders thunder in his breast,
Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. And makes himn roar these accusations forth.
2 Serv. Do what you dare, we are as resolute. But he shall know, I am as good
[Skirmish again. Glo. As good ?
Glo. You of my hou mold, leave this peevish broil, Thou bastard of my grandfather !
And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
Just and upright ; and, for your royal birth,
Glo. Yes, as an out-law in a castle keeps, So kind a father of the common-weal,
To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate 3, Win. Unreverent Gloster !
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, Roam to Rome. 2 Toroam is supposed to be derived from the cant of vagabonds, who often pretended a pilgrimage to Rome, ? i. e, urfccmly, in:decont. 3 i. 6. a bookman.
And have our bodies Naughter'd by thy foes. That Richard be restored to his blood.
i Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; Shall pitch a field when we are dead. [Begin again. So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd. Glo. Stay, stay, I say !
Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. And, if you love me, as you say you do,
5 K. Henry. If Richard will be true, not that alone, Let me persuade you to forbear a while. [soul! - But all the whole inheritance I give,
K. Henry. Oh, how this discord doth afflict my That doth long unto the house of York, Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold
From whence you spring by lineal descent. My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?
Rich. Thy humble servant vows obedience, Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
10 And humble service, 'till the point of death. Or who should study to prefer a peace,
K. Henry. Stoop then, and set your knee against If holy churchimen take delight in broils ?
And, in reguerdon of that duty done, (my foot: War. My lord protector, yield; yield, Win- I gird thee with the valiant sword of York: chester;
Rife, Richard, like a true Plantagenet; Except you mean, with obstinate repulse, 15 And rise created princely duke of York. To Nay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. Rich. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall! You see what mischief, and what murder too, And as my duty springs, so perish they Hath been enacted through your enmity;
That grudge one thought against your majesty! Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
All. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield.
York! Gl. Compassion on the king commands me stoop; Sum. Periih, base prince, ignoble duke of York! Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest
[Afida. Should ever get that privilege of me.
Gl. Now will it best avail your majesty, War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France : Hath banith'd moody discontented fury, 25 The presence of a king engenders love As by his smoothed brows it doth appear: Amongit his subjects, and his loyal friends; Why look you still so stern, and tragical?
As it difanimates his enemies. [Henry goes; Gic. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. K. Henry. When Glofter says the word, king K. Henry. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. you preach,
30 Glo. Your hips already are in readiness. That malice was a great and grievous sin:
[Exeunt all båt Fxcter. And will not you maintain the thing you teachi, Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in France, But prove a chief offender in the fame? [gird', Not seeing what is likely to ensue :
War. Sweet king !--the bishop hath a kindly This late diffention, grown betwixt the peers, For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent; 35 Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love, What, thall a child instruct you what to do? And will at last break out into a flame :
Wi.. Well, duke of Glofter, I will yield to thee; As fester'd members rot but by degrees, Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give. 'Till bones, and feh, and finews, fall away,
Gio. Ay; but I fear me, with a hollow heart.- So will this bafe and envious discord breed 3, See here, my friends, and loving countrymen; 40 And now I fear that fatal prophecy, 'This token serveth for a fiag of truce
Which, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth, Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers:
Was in the mouth of every sucking babe, So help me God, as I difsemble not! [not! That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all;
Win. [ Afide.] So help me God, as I intend it And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all :
K. Herry. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster, 45 Which is so plain, that Exeter doth with How joyful I a'n made by this contract !
His days may finish ere that hapless time. [Exit. Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
SCENE II. But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
Roan in France. Séru. Content; Il to the surgeon's.
Enter Jan ia Pucelle disguis’d, and Soldiers with 2 Sery. So will I.
Jacks upon their backs, like Countrymen. 3 Sirv. And I will see what physic
Pucel. These are the city gates, the gates of Roan, The tavern affords.
Through which our policy must make a breach:War. Accept this scrowl, molt gracious sovereign; Take heed, be wary how you place your words; Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men,
Gl. Wellurg'd, my lord of Warwick;—for, sweet If we have entrance, (as, I lope, we fall)
That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
K. Henry. And those occasions, uncle, were of And we be lords and rulers over Roan; Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, Therefore we'll knock.
1 A kindly gird is a gentle or friendly reproof. and advance.
2 i. e. recompence, return.
3. That is, propagate iis if,
Watch. Qui va là?
fif Talbot do but follow, rain will follow.Pucel. Paisans pauvres gens de France :
[Talbot, and the reft, wbisper together in council. Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn. Godspeed the parliament! who thall be the speaker?
Watch. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field? Fuce. Now, Roan, I'll shake thy bulwarks to 5 Pucel. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, the ground.
[Exeunt. To try if that our own be ours, or no. Enter Daspbis, Baftard, and Alençon.
Tal. I speak rot to that railing Hecate, Dau. Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem ! But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest; And once again we'll neep secure in Roan. Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
Baft. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants : 10 Alen. Signior, no. Now she is there, how will the specify
Tal. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of France! Where is the best and safest paffage in?
Like peasant foor-boys do they keep the walls, Reig. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. Which, once discern'd, thews, that her meaningis,-- Pucel. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls; No way to that?, for weakness, which she enter'd. 15 For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks. Enter Joan la Pucelle on a battlement, thrusting out a God be wi' you, my lord! we came, sir, but to tell torch burning.
you Pucel. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, That we are here. [Exeunt from the walls. That joineth Roan unto her countrymen;
Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, But burning fatal to the Talbotites.
20 Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!Baft. See, noble Charles! the beacon ofour friend, Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house, The burning torch in yonder turret stands. (Prick'd on by public wrongs, fuftain'd in France) Dau. Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
Either to get the town again, or die : A prophet to the fall of all our foes !
And I, -as fure as English Henry lives, Rrig. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous ends; 25 And as his father here was conqueror; Enter, and cry—The Dauphin!-presently,
As sure as in this late-betrayed town And then do execution on the watch.
Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried; [ An alarum; Talbot in an excurfion. So sure I swear, to get the town, or die. Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy Burg. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. If Talbot but survive thy treachery ;- [tears, 30 Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
The valiant duke of Bedford :--Come, my lord, Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, We will bestow you in fome better place, That hardly we escap'd the pride 3 of France. [Exit.
Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age. An alarum : excursions. Erster Bedford, brought in Bid. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: fick, in a chair, witb Talbot and Burgundy, with 135Here will I sit before the walls of Roan, ett. Wir bin, Joan la Pucelle, Dauphin, Baftard, And will be partner of your weal or woe. [you. and Alençon, on the Walls.
Burg. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade Pucel. Good morrow, gallants; want ye corn Bid. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read, for bread ?
That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast, 140 Came to the field, and vanquished his fces 4 : Before he'll buy again at such a rate :
Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, 'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste?? Because I ever found them as myself.
Burg. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtezan! Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
(treason! And set upon our boasting enemy.
[Exeunt Burgundy, Talbot, and forces. Pucel. What will you do, good grey-beard? An alarum : excurficus, Enter Sir John Taffuife, break a lance,
and a Captain. And run a tilt at death within a chair?
Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despight,
hafte? Encompass’d with thy luftful paramours !
Faff. Whither away? to save myself by fight; Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,
We are like to have the overthrow again. . And twit with cowardice a man half dead? 55 Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot? Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
Faft. Ay, Or else let Talbot perish with this Thame. All the Talbots in the world, to save my life. [Exis. Pucel. Are you so hot, fir?. Yet, Pucelle, hold Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune collow thee! thy peace;
1 Praftice, in the language of that time, was treackery, and perhaps in the softer senfe, firatageni. Praetijants are therefore confederates in stratagems. 2 That is, no way equal to that. 3 Pride fignifies the caughty power. # This hero was Uther Pendragon, brother to Aurclius, and father to king Arthur.