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Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Or by what means gott'st thou to be releas'd ?
Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. Discourse, I prythee, on this turret's top.
Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens;

Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, One that sull motions war, and never peace,

Called-he brave Lord Punton de Santrailles; O’ercharging your free purses with large fines ; For him I was exchang'd and ransomed. That seeks to overthrow religion,

Bit with a baser man of arms by far, Because he is protector of the realm;

Once, in contempl, they would have barter'd me And would have arınour here out of the Tower, Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death To crown himself king, and suppress the

prince.

Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd. Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but blows. In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir’d.

(Here they skirmish again. But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous Whom with my bare fists I would execute, strife,

If I now had him brought into my power. But to make open proclamation :

Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert enterCorne, officer; as loud as e'er thou can'st.

tain'd. Off. All manner of men, assembled here in arms this

Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious

taunts. day against God's peace and the king's, we charge

In and command you, in his highness' name, to repair

open market-place produc'd they me, to your smeral dwelling-places; and not to wear,

To be a public spectacle to all; handle, or use, any sword, weapon, or dagger, Here, said they, is the terror of the French," hence forward, upon pain of death.

The scare-crow that affrights our children so.

Then broke I from the officers that led me; Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:

And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.

To hurl at the beholders of my shame. Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be My grisly countenance made others fly;

None durst come near for fear of suilden death. Thy heart-blood I will have, for this day's work. In iron walls they deem'd me noi secure;

Muy. I'll call for clubs,' if you will not away : So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread This cardinal is more haughty than the devil.

That they suppos'd, I could rend bars of steel, Glo. Mayor, farewell : thou dost but what thou

And spurn in pieces posts of adamant : may'st.

Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had, Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head;

That walk'd about me every minute-while; For I intend to have it, ere long. (Ereunt. And if I did but stir out of my bed,

May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will Ready they were to shoot me to the heart, Good God! that nobles should such stomachs? But we will be reveng’d sufficiently. depart.--.

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd: bear!

Now it is supper-time in Orleans : I myself fight not once in forty year. (Ereunt. Here, through this grate, I can count every one, SCENE Iy. France. Before Orleans, Enler, And view the Frenchmen how they fortify;

on the Walls, the Master Ġunner and his Son. Let us look in, the sight will much delight ihee.M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdalo besieg'd:

Let me have your express opinions, and how the English have the suburbs won.

Where is best place to make our battery next. Son, Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,

Gar. I think, at the north gate, for there stand Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.

lords. M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd

Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. by me:

Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, Chief masier-gunner am I of this town;

Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. Something I must do, to procure me grace ::

(Shot from the Town. SALISBURY and S1R The prince's espials have informid me,

Tho. GARGRAVE fall. How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,

Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars

Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woefui man! In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;

Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath And thence discover how, with most advantage,

cross'd us?

They may vex us, with shot, or with assault. Speak, Salisbury : at least, if thou canst speak; To intercept this inconvenience,

How far’st thou, mirror of all martial men ? A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd; One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!!. And fully even these three days have I watch'd,

Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand, If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch,

That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy ! •For I can stay no longer.

In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame; If thou spy'st any, run and bring we word;

Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars; And thou shalt find me at the governor's. [Exit. Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,

Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care: His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field. I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury' though thy speech dot's

fail, Enter, in an upper Chamber of e Tower, tho LORDS One eye thou hast to look to heaven for graco:

SALISBURY and Talbot, SIR WILLIAM The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. GLANSDALE, Sir Thomas GARGRAVE, and Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive, others.

If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands! Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it.How wert thou handled, being prisoner ?

Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?

Speak unto Talbol; nay, look up to him. 1 Malone erroneously thinks the mayor cries out for peace-officers armed with clubs or staves. The practice very scourge and a dily terroir, insoinuch wat as hie of calling out Clubs! clubs! 10 call out the London person was fearful and terrible to his adversaries preapprentices upon the occasion of any affray in the sent, so his name and famo was spiteful and deadful to streets, has been before explained, see As You Like It, the common people absent; insomniich that women in Act v. Sc. 2.

France, to feare their yong children, would crye tho 2 Stomach is pride, a haughty spirit of resentment Talbot cometh.' Hall's Chronicle. 3 Favour.

8 Camden says, in his Remaines, that the French 4 Spies. Vidle note on Hamlet, Act in. Sc. 1.

scarce knew the use of great ordnance till the siege of 5 The old copy reads went; the emendation fs Mr. Mans in 1435, when a breach was made in the walls of Tyrwhill's

that town by the English, under the conduct of this earl 6 The old copy reads "pil'd esteem’d.'

of Salisbury; and that he was the first English gentle 5. This man (Talbot) was to the French people al man that was slain by a cannon balla

Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort; Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf,
Thou shalt not die, whiles-

Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard,
He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me; As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
As who should say, When I am dead and gone,

(Alarum. Another Skirmisha Remember to avenge me on the French.

It will not be :-Retire into your trenches : Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero, You all consented unto Salisbury's death, Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.Wretched shall France be only in my name.

Pucelle is entered into Orleans, (Thunder heard; afterwards an Alarum. In spite of us, or aught that we could do. What stir is this? What túmult's in the heavens? O, would I were to die with Salisbury! Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ? The shame hereof will make me hide my head. Enter a Messenger.

(Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Tálkot and Mes. My lord, my lord, the French have gatherd SCENE VI. The same. Enter, on the Walls,

his Forces, &c. head: The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,

PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENGON, and

Soldiers. A holy prophetess, new risen up,Is come with a great power to raise the siege. Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls;

(SALISBURY groans. Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves :Tal Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. It irks his heart, he cannot be revenged.

Char. Divinest creature, bright Astrea's daughter, Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you :

How shall I honour thee for this success? Pucelle or puzzel,' dolphin or dogfish,

Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels, That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next. And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.- France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess ! Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

Recover'd is the town of Orleans : And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. dare. (Eseunt, bearing out the bodies. Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the

town? SCENE V. The same. Before one of the Gates. Alarum. Skirmishings. Talbot pursueth the Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,

And feast and banquet in the open streets, Dauphin, and driveth him in : then enter JOAN LA

To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then

Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and enter TALBOT.

joy, Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. force ?

Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them: For which, I will divide my crown with her:
A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.

And all the priests and friars in my realm
Enter LA PUCELLE.

Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.
Here, here she comes :- -I'll have a bout with A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
thee;

Than Rhodope's, of Memphis, ever was :' Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee :

In memory of her, when she is dead, Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,

Her ashes, in an urn more precious And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st. Than the rich-jeweld coffer of Darius, Puc. Come, come,

'tis only I that must disgrace Transported shall be at high festivals thee.

(They fight.

Before the kings and queens of France. Tah Heavens, can you suffer hell so lo prevail ? No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry, My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage,

But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint. And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,

Come in ; and let us banquet royally, And I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.

After this golden day of victory. [Flourish. Exeunt. Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:

ACT II.
I must go victual Orleans forth with.
O'ertake

me,

if thou canst ; I scorn thy strength. SCENE I. The same. Enter to the Gates, a French Go, go, cheer up thy hungry, starved men;

Sergeant, and Two Sentinels. Help Salisbury to make his testament:

Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant: This day is ours, as many more shall be.

If any noise, or soldier, you perceive, [Pucelle enters the Town, with Soldiers. Near to the walls, by some apparent sign, Tali My thoughts are whirled like a potter's Let us have knowledge at the court of guard." wheel;

I Sent. Sergeant, you shall. (Exit Sergeant.) I know not where I am, nor what I do:

Thus are poor servitors A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, (When others sleep upon their quiet beds). Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists: Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold. So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench, Enter Talbot, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, Are from their hives, and houses, driven away. with Scaling Laulders ; their Drums beating a dead They call'd us, for our fierc ss, English dogs; March. Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.

(A short Alarum. By whose approach, the regions of Artois,

Tal. Lord Regent,--and redoubted Burgundy, Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, Or tear the lions out of England's coat;

Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,

This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, Renounco your soil, give sheep in lions' stead :

Having all day carous'd and banqueted: 1 Puzrel means a dirty wench or a drab, 'from puz. 6 The Adonis horti were nothing but portable earthen sa, i. e, malus foetor,' says Minsheu.

pots, with some lettuce or sennel growing in them. The superstition of those times taught that he who 7 The old copy reads :enuld draw a witch's blood was free from her power. * Than Rhodophe's or Memphis ever was.'

3 Alluding to Hannibal's stratagem to escape, by fix. Rhodope, or Rhodopis, a celebrated courtezan, who ing bundles of lighted twigs on the horns of oxen, re- was a slave in the same service with Æsop, at Samos corded by Livy, lib. xxij. c. xvj.

9 In what price the noble poems of Homer wero 4 Old copy treacherous. Corrected by Pore. holden by Alexander the Great, insomuch that everie

5 Woldes. Thus the second solio, the first omits that night they were layd under his pillow, and by day were word, and the epithet

bright prefixed to Astrea in the carried in the rich jewel coffer of Darius, lately before next line but one. Malone follows the reading of the vanquished by him.' Puttenham's Arte of English first folio, and contends that by a licentious pronuncia. Poesie, 1599. tion a syllable was added, thus Engleish, Asierea. 9 The same as guard-room.

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Einbrace we then this opportunity;

| How, or which way: 'uis sure, they found some As fitting best to quittance their deceit, Contriv'd by art, and balesul sorcery.

But weakly guarded, where the treach was made, Bed. Coward of France ?-how much he wrongs And now there rests no other shift but this,his fame,

To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,

And lay new platforms? 10 endamage them. To join with witches, and the help of hell. Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying a Tal

Bur. Traitors have never other company:- bot! a Talbut! They ry, leaving their Clothes beBut what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure ? hind. Tal. A maid, they say.

Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left, Bed.

A maid! and be so martial !
Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long; For I have loaden me with many spoils,

The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
If underneath the standard of the French,

Using no other weapon but his name. [Erit. She carry armour as she hath begun. Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with SCENE II. Orleans. Within the Town. Enter spirits :

Talbot, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and God is our fortress; in whose conquering name,

others. Let us resolve to scale their finty bulwarks.

Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee. Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.

Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess, Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. That we do make our entrance several ways;

(Retreat soundled. That, if it chance the one of us do fail,

Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury; The other yet may rise against their force. And here advance it in the market-place, - Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner.

The middle centre of this cursed town. Bur.

And I to this. Now have I paid my vow unto his soul; Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his For every drop of blood was drawn from him, grave.

There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night. Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right And, that hereafter ages may behold of English Henry, shall this night appear

What ruin happen'd in revenge of him, : How much in duty I am bound to boih.

Within their chiefest temple I'll erect (The English scale the Walls, crying St. George ! A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:

a Talbot! and all enter by the Toum. Upon the which, that every one may read, Sent. (Within.) Arm, arm! the enemy doth make Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans; assault !

The treacherous manner of his mournful death,

And what a terror he had been to France. The French leap over the Walls in their shirts. Enter, But, lords, in all our bloody massacre, several ways, BASTARD, ALENÇON, REIGNIER, I muse,we met not with the Dauphin's grace; half ready, and half unrealy.

His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; Alen. How now, my lords ? what all unready' so ? Nor any of his false confederates. Bast. Unready ? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so well. Bed.' 'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our

began, beds,

Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.

They did amongst the troops of armed men, Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field. Never heard I of a warlike enterprise.

Bur. Myself (as far as I could weli discern, More venturous, or desperate than this.

For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night) Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Am sure I scar'd the Dauphin, and his trull; Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour When arm in arm they both came swisily running, him.

Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves, Alen. Here cometh Charles ; I marvel how he That could not live asunder day or night. sped.

After that things are set in order here,

We'll follow them with all the power we have. Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE.

Enter a Messenger. Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard.

Mess. All hail, my lords! which of this princely Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?

train Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,

Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts Make us partakers of a little gain,

So much applauded through the realm of France ? That now our loss might be ten times so much?

Tal. Here is the Talboi; who would speak with Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his

him ? friend?

Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, At all times will you have my power alike? With modesty admiring thy renown, Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail,

By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?

To visit her poor castle where she lies; Improvident soldiers ! had your watch heen good,

That she may boast she hath beheld the man This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.

Whose glory fills the world with loud reporte Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default; Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see our wars That, being captain of the watch to-night,

Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport, Did look no better to that weighty charge.

When ladies crave to be encounter'd with. Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept, You may not, my lord, despise her gentie suit. As that whereof I had the government, We had not been thus shamefully surpris'd.

Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of
Best. Mine was secure.
Reig.
And so was mine, my lord. Yet hath a woman's kindness overruld:-

Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Char. And for myself, most part of all this night, And therefore tell her, I return great thanks;
Within her quarter, and mine own precinct, And in submission will attend on her.-
I was employ'd in passing to and fro,

Will not your honours bear me company?
About relieving of the sentinels :
Then how, or which way, should they first break in? And I have heard 'ii said,-Unbidden guests

Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will : Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the case, Are often welcomest when they are gone. 1 Unreally is undresscd.

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Tul. Woll then, alone, since there's no remedy, You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here; 'I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

For what you see, is but the smallest part Come hither, captain. [IV hispers. 1-You perceive And least proportion of humanity: iny mind.

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, Capt. I do, iny lord; and mean accordingly. It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

[Ereunt. Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. SCENE III. Auvergne. Court of the Castle.

Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;' Enter the Countess and her Porter.

He will be here, and yet he is not here:

How can these contrarieties agree?
Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge ;

Tal. That will I show you presently.
And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
Port. Madam, I will.

(Erit. He winds a Horn. Drums heard; then a Pral of Count. The plo: is laid: if all things fall out Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter Soldiers. 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 :
Enter Messenger and Talbot.

I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited,' Mess. Madam,

And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. According as your ladyship desir'd,

Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath ;

For I am sorry, that with reverence By messa re 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 misconstruo man ? Mess. Madam, it is.

The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
Count,
Is this the scourge of France ? What you have done, hath not offended me :

The outward composition of his body.
Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad,

No other satisfaction do I crave,
That with his name the mothers still their babes ?? But only (with your patience) that we may
I see report is fabulous and false :

Tasie of your wine, and see what cates you have;
I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
A second Hector, for his grim aspect,

For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.

Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf:

To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Ereunt. It cannot be, this weak and writhled' shrimp

SCENE IV. London. The Temple Garden. Enter Should strike such terror to his enemies.

the Earls of Somerset, SUFFOLK, and WarTal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you :

WICK; Richard PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and But, since your ladyship is not at leisure,

another Lawyer.' I'll sort some other time to visit

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.

Suff. '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 beConnt. To me, blood-thirsty lord;

tween 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, 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 : And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Tal. Ha, ha, ha!

Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shall

Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance;

The truth appears su naked on my side, Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond,

That any purblind eye may find it out, To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow, Som. And on my side it is so well apparell'd, Whereon to practise your severity.

So clear, so shining, and so evident, Count. Why, art not thou the man?

That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Tal.

I am indeed.

Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath to Count. Then have I substance too.

speak, Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:

In dumb significanls'proclaim your thoughts : 1 i. e. julement, opinion.

tinction to gentleman ; signifying that the person showed 2 Dryven has transplanted this idea into his Don Se- by his behaviour he was a low fellow. bastian :-

7 Bruited is reported, loudly announced. Nor shall Sebastian's formidable name

8 We should read a lawyer. This lawyer was pro Be longer used, to laul the crying babe.' bably Roger Nevyle, who was afterwards hanged. See 3 Writhled for irrinhled.

W. Wyrcester, p. 479. 4 Thus in Solyman and Persida :

9 Johnson observes that there is apparently a want If not destroy'd and bound and captirate, of opposition between the two questions here, but there

Il captivate, then forc'd from holy faith.” is no reason to suspect that the text is corrupt. 5 i. e. foolish, silly, weak.

10 i. e. regulate bis motions most adroitly. We still *6 This is a riduling merchant for the nonce.' The say that a horse carries himself well. term merchant, which was, and even now is, frequently íi Dumb significants, which Malone would have applied to the lowest kind of dealers, seems anciently to changed to significance, is nothing more than signs or have been uscd on these familiar occasions in contradis. I loken.

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turn to moan.

Let him, that is a true-born gentleman,

War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, And stands upon the honour of his birth,

Somerset; If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,

His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence ? From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. Third son to the third Edward, king of England;

Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root ? But dare maintain the party of the truth,

Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege,' Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.

War. I love no colours ;' and, without all colour Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my Of base insinuating flattery,

words I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet. On and plot of ground in Christendom:

Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset; Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, And say withal, I think he held the right,

For treason executed in our late king's day? Ver. Stay, lords and gentlemen : and pluck no And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, more,

Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry? Till you conclude—that he, upon whose side His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;

The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, And, till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman, Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

Plan, My father was attached, noi attainted ; Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected ;? Condemn'd to die for treason, but no trajtor; If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

And that I'll prove on better inen than Somerset, Plan. And I.

(case, Were growing time once ripen'd to my will. Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the For your partaker Poole, and you yourself, I pluck this pale, and maiden blossom here, I'll note you in my book of memory,'' Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

To scourge you for this apprehension:11 Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off ; Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd. Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still : And fall on my side so against your will.

And know us, by these colours, for thy foes; Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear. Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,

Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, And keep me on the side where still 'I am.

As cognizancois of my blood-drinking hate,
Som. Well, well, come on: Who else ? Will I for ever, and my faction, wear;
Law. Unless my study and my books be false,

Until it wither with me to my grave,
The argument you held, was wrong in you ;

Or flourish to the height of my degree.

TO SOMERSET. Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy ambition! In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too.

And so farewell, until I meet thee next. (Exit. Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument ? Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambiSom. Here, in my scabbard ; meditating that,

tious Richard.

(Exit. Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.

Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce enPlan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit our

dure it!

(house, roses;

War. This blot, that they object against your For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, The truth on our side.

Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster:
Som.
No, Plantagenet,

And, if thou be not then created York,
'Tis not for fear; but anger,-that ihy cheeks I will not live to be accounted Warwick,
Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses ;) Mean time, in signal of my love to thee,
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Against proud Somerset, and William Poole,

Plan. Háth not thy rose a canker, Somerset? Will I upon thy party wear this rose :
Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet ? And here I prophesy, -This brawl to-day,
Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden,
truth;

Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you,

That roses,

you on my behalf would pluck a flower. That shall maintain what I have said is true,

Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the samo Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.

Law. And so will I,
Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, Plan. Thanks, gentle sir.
I scorn thoo and thy faction,* peevish boy. Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say,

Plan, Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him SCENE V. The same. A Room in the Tower, Suff. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. This quarrel will drink blood another day. (Exeunt. and thee,

Enter MORTIMER,"s brought in a Chair by two Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.

k'cepere. Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole !

Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him.

Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.| Colours is here used ambiguously for lints and have derived some such privilege from the knights deceits.

templars, or knights hospitallers, both religious orders, 2 Well objected is properly proposed, properly thrown its former inhabitants. It is true, blows may have been in our way

prohibited by the regulations of the society : the author 3 It is not for fear that my cheeks look pale, but for perhaps did not much consider the mauer, but repre. anger : anger produced by this circumstance-namely, senis it as suited his purpose. that thy cheeks blush, &c.

8 Erempt for excluded. 4 Theobald altered fashion, which is the reading of 9 Partaker, in ancient languago, signifies one who the old copy, to faction. Warburton contends that by takes part with another; an accomplice, a confederale. fashion is meant the badge of the red rose, which * A partaker, or coparcioner; particeps, consors, con. Somerset said that he and his friends would be distin socius.'- Baret. guished by.'

10 So in Hamlet 5 The poet mistakes. Plantagenet's paternal grand.

the table of my memory.' father was Edmund of Langley, duke of York. His Again :maternal grandfather was Roger Mortimer, earl of

shall live March, who was the son of Philippa, the daughter of Within the book and volume of my brain.'. Lionel, duke of Clarence. The duke iherefore was his 11 Theobald changed this to reprehension : apd War. maternal great great grandfather.

burton explains it by opinion, li rather means concep. 6 i. e. those who have no right to arms.

tion, or a conceit icken that matters are different from 7 It does not appear that the temple had any privilege what the truth warrants. of sanctuary at this time, being then, as now, ihe resi. 12 A cognizance is a badge. dence of law students. The author might imagine it to 13 This is at variance with the strict eruth of history.

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