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And in submillion will attend on her.
Bed. No, truly, that is more than manners will;
Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,-
S CE N E IV.
Enter the Countess, and her Porter.
Enter Messenger and Talbot.
Count. as musing. ] Is this the scourge of France
And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
Count. What means he now? Go ask him, whi.
ther he goes.
Mell. Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my Lady craves To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
Tal. Marry, for that flie's in a wrong belief,
Enter Porter with keys.
Count. To me, blood-thirsty Lord;
Tal. Ha, ha, ha!
Tal. I laugh to see your Ladyship fo fond,
Count. Why, art not thou the man ?
Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself;
turn to moan.
Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce, He will be here, and yet he is not here; How can these contrarieties agree?
Tal. That will I fhew you prefently. Winds his horn; drums strike up; a peal of ord.
Count. Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuse ;
Tal. Be not disınay'd, fair Lady; nor misconstrue:
Count. With all my heart, and think me honoured : To feast so great a warrior in my house. [Exeunt.
SC EN E V.. Changes to London, in the Teinple Garden. Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset,
Suffolk, and others. Plan. Great Lords and gentlemen, what means
this silence ? Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
Suf. Within the Temple-hall we were too loud, The garden here is more convenient.
Plais. Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth ; ;
And was not wrangling Somerset in th' error ?
Suf. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;
Som. Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then be-
pitch, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Between two blades, which bears the better temper, Between two horses, which doth bear him best, Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, I have, perhaps, fome shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice fharp quillets of the law, Good faith I am no wiser than a daw.
Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance. The truth' appears fo naked on my fide, That any pur-blind eye may find it out.
Som. And on my side it is so well apparell’d,
Som. Let him that is no coward, and no flatterer, .
War. I love no colours; and without all colour Of base insinuating fattery, ) pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
Suf I pluck this red rose with young Somerset, And say, withal, I think he held the right. Ver. Stay, Lords and gentlemen, and pluck no
more, prill jou conclude, that he, upon whose fide The fewest roses are crop'd from the tree, Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
Som. Good Master Vernon, it is well objected;
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
Plan. And I.
Ver. Then for the truth and plainness of the cafe, I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Giving my verdict on the white rose fide.
Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off, Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red; And fall on my fide so against your will.
Ver. If l, my Lord, for my opinion bleed,
Som. Well, well, come on ; who else?
[To Somerset. In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
Som. Here in my scabbard, meditating that Shall dye your white rose to a bloody red.
Plan. Mean time your eheeks do counterfeit our For pale they look with fear, as witnelling [roses; The truth on our side.
Som. No, Plantagenet,
Plán. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Plin. Ay, sharp and piercing to maintain his truth; Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood, Son. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding
roses, That shall maintain what I have said is true, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
· Plan. Now' by this maiden blossom in my hand, I scorn thee and thy fathion *, peevish boy.
Suf. Turn not thy fcorns this way, Plantagenet. Plan. Proud Pool, I will; and scorn both him
Thcobald reads, “ thy faftion;" to wbicb reaca ing the author of the Revital affeais.