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The fewest roses are cropt from the tree,
Soni. Good Maiter Vernon, it is well objected :
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.
- white rose fide.
Ver. If I, my Lord, for my opinion bleed,
t- -a bloody red.
Sem. No, Plantagenet.
Plan. Hath not thy role a canker, Somerset?
Som. Well, I'll and friends to wear my bleeding roles,
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,
Plan. My father was attached, not attainted;
Som. Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee ftill,
Plan. And, by my foul, this pale and angry rose,
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,
SCENE II. A prifon.
Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
That droops his fapless branches to the ground:
Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my Lord, will come;
-death and deadly night.
Ver. In your behalf Bill will I wear the same,
Plan. Thanks, gentle Sir.
Poor Gentleman, his wrong doth equal mine.
Enter Richard Plantagenet.
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.
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.
Mor. With filence, nephew, be thou politic: