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The fewest roses are cropt from the tree,
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

Soni. Good Maiter Vernon, it is well objected :
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

Plan. And I.

Fer. Then for the truth and plainness of the case, I pluck this pale and inaiden blossom here, Giving my verdict on the white rose fide *.

Som. Well, well, come on; who else?

Lawyer. Unlels my study and my books be false, The argument you held was wrong in you; [To Som. In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.

Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument ?

Som. Here in my fcabbard, meditating that Shall dye your white rose to a bloody red. +

Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.

Suf. Turn not thy fcorns this way, Plantagenet. Plan. Proud Pool, I will; and scorn both him and

thee. Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.

my hand,

- white rose fide.
Scm. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off;
Left, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
And fall on my lide fo ageinit your will.

Ver. If I, my Lord, for my opinion bleed,
Opinion shail be surgeon to my hurt,
And keep me on the side where still I am.
Som. Well, well, &c.

t- -a bloody red.
Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit our roses :
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
The truth on our Gide.

Sem. No, Plantagenet.
'Tis not for fear, but anger, that thy cheeks
Biuh for pure shame to counterfeit cur roses;
And yet thy congue will not confess thy errer.

Plan. Hath not thy role a canker, Somerset?
Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
Plan. Aő, sharp and piercing to maintain his truth;
Whilst thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.

Som. Well, I'll and friends to wear my bleeding roles,
That shall maintain what I have said is true,
Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.

Plan. Now, by this maiden, &c,

Som. Away, away, good William de la Pool! We grace the yeoman by conversing with him. .

War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, SoHis grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence, (merset. Third son to the Third Edward King of England. Spring crestless * yeomen from so deep a root?

Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege,
Or durft not for his craven heart say thus.
Som, By him that made me, I'll maintain


On any plot of ground in Christendom.
Was not thy father, Richard, Earl of Cambridge,
For treason headed in our late King's days?
And by his treason stand’st not thou attainted,
Corrupted and exempt from ancient gentry?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
And, till thou be restor’d, thou art a yeoman. :

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted;
Condemn’d to die for treason, but no traitor ;
And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
For your partaker Pool, and you yourself,
I'll note you in my book of memory,
To fcourge you for this apprehension t.
Look to it well, and say you are well warn’d.

Som. Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee ftill,
And know us by these colours for thy foes:
For these. my friends, in spight of thee, fhall wear.

Plan. And, by my foul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognisance of my blood-drinking hate,
Will 1 for ever and my


wear, Until it wither with me to my grave, Or flourish to the height of my degree.

Suf. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy ambition; And so farewel until I meet thee next.

[Exit. Som. Have with thee, Pool! farewel, ambitious Richard.

Exit. Plan. How I am brav’d, and must perforce endure it!

War. This blot that they object against your house, Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, Calld for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;

* i.e. those who have no right to arms, ti. e, opinion, VOL. IV. Z z


And if thou be not then created York,
I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Mean time, in signal of my love to thee,
Against proud Somerset and William Pool,
Will I upon thy party wear this rose.
And here I prophesy, this brawl to-day,
Grown to this faction, in the Temple-garden,
Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
A thousand souls to death and deadly night. *

SCENE II. A prifon.
Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair, and Jailors,

Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
Let dying Mortimer here rest himfelf.
Ev'n like a man new haled from the rack,
Şo fare my limbs with long imprisonment :
And thefe gray locks, the pursuivants of death,
Nestor-like aged in an age of care,
Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer,
These eyes, like lamps whose wafting oil is fpent,
Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent t.
Weak shoulders overborn with burthening grief,
And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine

That droops his fapless branches to the ground:
Yet are thele feet, whole ftrengthlefs stay is numb,
(Unable to support this lump of clay),
Swift-winged with desire to get a grave;
As witting, I no other comfort have.
But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come!

Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my Lord, will come;
We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber;
And answer was return'd that he will come.
Mor. Enough; my foul then thall be satisfy'd.

-death and deadly night.
Plan. Good Maner Vernon, I am bound to you,
Tha' you on my behalf would pluck a flow'r.

Ver. In your behalf Bill will I wear the same,
Lawyer. And so wi l I.

Plan. Thanks, gentle Sir.
Coine let us four to dinner; I dare say,
This quarrel will drink blood another day.
SCENE, &c.
+ Exigent, for conclufion, period,


Poor Gentleman, his wrong doth equal mine.
Since Henry Monmouth firit began to reign,
(Before whose glory I was great in arms),
This lothsome sequestration have I had ;
And, even since then, hath Richard been obscurid,
Depriv'd of honour and inheritance.
But now the arbitrator of despairs,
Just Death, kind umpire of mens' miseries,
With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence.
I would his troubles likewise were expir'd,
That so he might recover what was lost !

Enter Richard Plantagenet.
Keep. My Lord, your loving nephew now is come?
Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?

Plan. I, noble uncle, thus ignobly us’d, Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.

Mor. Direći mine arms I may embrace his neck, And in his bosom spend riy latest gasp. Oh, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, That I may kindly give one fainting kiss. And now declare, i'weet stem from York's great stock, Why didit thou say of late thou wert despis’d?

Plan Firit lean thine aged back against mine arm, And in that caie I'll tell thee my displeasure. This day, in argument upon a case, Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me; Amongst which terms he loos’d his lavish tongue, And did upbraid me with my father's death; Which obloquy set bars before my tongue, Elie with the like had requited him. Therefore, good uncle, for my father's fake, In honour of a true Plantagenet, And for alliance fake, declare the cause My father Earl of Cambridge lost his head.

Mor. This cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me, And hath detain'd me all my flow'ring youth Within a lothlome dungeon there to pine, Was cursed instrument of his deceaie.

Plan. Discover more at large what cause that was; For I am ignorant, and cannot guess. Mor. I will, it that my fading breath permit. Z z 2


And death approach not ere my tale be done.
Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this King,
Depos'd his cousin Richard, Edward's fon,
The first-begotten, and the lawful heir
O£ Edward King, the Third of that defcent.
During whose reign the Percies of the north,
Finding his usurpation moft unjust,
Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne.
The reason mov'd these warlike Lords to this,
Was, for that young King Richard thus remov'd,
Leaving no heir begotten of his body,
I was the next by birth and parentage :
For by my mother I derived am
From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
To the Third Edward; whereas Bolingbroke
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Being but the fourth of that heroic line.
But mark; as in this haughty great attempt
They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
I lost my liberty, and they their lives.
Long after this, when Henry the Fifth
After his father Bolingbroke did reign,
Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, (then deriv'd
From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
Marrying my fifter, that thy mother was),
Again in pity of my hard distress
Levied an army, weening to redeem
And re-instal me in the diadem :-
But as the rest, fo fell that Noble Earl,
And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
In whom the title rested, were suppress’d.

Plan. Of which, my Lord, your Honour is the last.

Mor. True; and thou seest that I no issue have, And that my fainting words do warrant death: Thou art my heir ; the rest I wish thee gather : But yet be

wary in thy ftudious care.
Plan, Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
But yet methinks my father's execution
Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.

Mor. With filence, nephew, be thou politic:
Strong fixed is the house of Lancaster,
And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd.


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