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And in submillion will attend on her.
Will not your honours bear me company ?

Bed. No, truly, that is more than manners will;
And. I have heard it said, unbidden guests.
Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,-
I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.
Come hither, Captain.[Whispers.] -You perceive
Capt. I do, my Lord, and mean accordingly.


my mind.

The Countess of Auvergne's Castle.

Enter the Countess, and her Porter.
Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
And when you've done fo, bring the keys to me.
Port. Madam, I will.

Count. The plot is laid. If all things fall out right,
I fall as famous be by this exploit
As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
Great is the rumour * of this dreadful knight,
And his archievements of no less account.
Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, .
Tagive their censure of these rare reports.

Enter Messenger and Talbot.
MelMadam, according as your Ladyship
By message crav’d, fo is Lord Talbot come.
Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the

Mell. Madam, it is.

Count. as musing. ] Is this the scourge of France
Is this the Talbot so much fear'd abroad
That with the mothers still their babes?
I see report is fabulous and falle:
I thought I should have seen fome Hercules ;.
A fecond Hector,-for his grim aspecte


And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
Alas! this is a child, a filly dwarf.
It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp
Should strike such terror in his enemies.

Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
But since your Ladyship is not at leisure,
I'll fort some other time to visit 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,
I go to certify her Talbot's here.

Enter Porter with keys.
Gount. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
Tal. Pris'ner ? to whom?

Count. To me, blood-thirsty Lord;
And for that cause I train'd thee to my house:
Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to ine,
For in my gallery thy picture hangs,
But now the substance all endure the like,
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
That hast by tyranny these many years
Wasted our country, llain our citizens,
And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

Tal. Ha, ha, ha!
Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shall

Tal. I laugh to see your Ladyship fo fond,
To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
Whereon to practise your severity.

Count. Why, art not thou the man ?
Tal. I am, indeed.
Count. Then have I fubfiance too.

Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself;
You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here;
For what you see, is but the smallest part
And least proportion of humanity.
I tell you, Madam, were the whole frame here,
It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
Your roof were not sufficient to contain it,

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.

Enter Soldiers.
How say you, Madam? are you now persuaded
That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
These are his substanice, finews, arms and strength,
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,
And in a moment makes them delolate.

Count. Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuse ;
I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited,
And more than may be gather'd by thy Mape.
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
For I am sorry that with reverence
I did not entertain thee as thou art,

Tal. Be not disınay'd, fair Lady; nor misconstrue:
The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake.
The outward composition of his body,
What you have done, hath not offended me, -
Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
But only with your patience that we may
Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have;
For soldiers' stomachs always ferve theni well.

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 ; ;

tween us.

And was not wrangling Somerset in th' error ?

Suf. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;
I never yet could frame my will to it,
And therefore frame the law unto my will.

Som. Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then be-
War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher

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,
So clear, lo shining, and so evident,
That it will glimmer thro' a blind man's eye.
Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loth to

In dumb fignificants proclaim your thoughts.
Let him that is a true-born gentleman,
And stands upon the honour of his birth,
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
From off this briar pluck a white rose with me.

Som. Let him that is no coward, and no flatterer, .
But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.

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,
Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,
And keep me on the side where still I am.

Som. Well, well, come on ; who else?
Lawyer. Unless my study and my books be false,
The argument you held was wrong in you ;

[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,
'Tis not for fear, but anger, that thy cheeks
Blush for pure fhame to counterfeit our roles ;
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.

Plán. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet ?

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

and thee.

Thcobald reads, “ thy faftion;" to wbicb reaca ing the author of the Revital affeais.

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