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First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France, This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, Upbraided me about the rose I wear; Saying—the sanguine colour of the leaves Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, When stubbornly he did repugn the truth, About a certain question in the law, Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him; With other vile and ignominious terms: In confutation of which rude reproach, And in defence of my lord's worthiness, I crave the benefit of law of arms.
Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord: For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit, To set a gloss upon his bold intent, Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him; And he first took exceptions at this badge, Pronouncing—that the paleness of this flower Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will
out, Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. K. Hen. Good Lord! what madness rules in brain
York. Let this dissention first be tried by fight, And then your highness shall command a peace.
Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
did repugn the truth,) To repugn is to resist.
Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
Glo. Confirm it so ? Confounded be your strife!
be friends. K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be com
batants: Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour, Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.And you, my lords,-remember where we are; In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation: If they perceive dissention in our looks, And that within ourselves we disagree, How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd To wilful disobedience, and rebel? Beside, What infamy will there arise, When foreign princes shall be certified, That, for a toy, a thing of no regard, King Henry's peers, and chief nobility, Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France? O, think upon the conquest of my father, My tender years; and let us not forego That for a trifle, that was bought with blood! Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife. I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
[Putting on a red Rose. That any one should therefore be suspicious I more incline to Somerset, than York:
Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both :
angry choler on your enemies.
[Flourish. Exeunt King Henry, Glo. Som.
Win. Sur. and BASSET. War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame him not; I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
York. And, if I wist, he did,—But let it rest; Other affairs must now be managed.
Exeunt YORK, WARWICK, and VERNON. Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice: For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, I fear, we should have seen decipher'd there More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils, Than yet can be imagin’d or suppos’d. But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees This jarring discord of nobility,
This shouldring of each other in the court,
France. Before Bourdeaux.
Enter Talbot, with his forces.
General of the French Forces, and Others.
this proffer'd peace,
Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge! The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
s 'Tis much,] In our author's time this phrase meant—'Tis strange, or wonderful.
. — when envy breeds unkind division;] Envy in old English writers frequently means enmity. Unkind is unnatural.
On us thou canst not enter, but by death:
that see thee now well coloured, Shall see thee wither’d, bloody, pale, and dead.
[Drum afar off Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, Sings heavy musick to thy timorous soul ; And mine shall ring thy dire departure out..
[Exeunt General, &c. from the Walls. Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy;Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.0, negligent and heedless discipline! How are we park’d, and bounded in a pale; A little herd of England's timorous deer,
? To rive their dangerous artillery -] To rive their artillery means only to fire their artillery. To rive is to burst; and a cannon, when fired, has so much the appearance of bursting, that, in the language of etry, it may be well said to burst. We say, a cloud bursts, when it thunders.
due thee withal;] To due is to endue, to deck, to grace.