sure :

Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Or by what means gott'st thou to be releas'd ?
Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. Discourse, I prythee, on this turret's top.
Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens ;

Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner,
One that still motions war, and never peace,

Called the brave Lord Punton de Santrailles ; O’ercharging your free purses with large fines ; For him I was exchang'd and ransomed. That seeks to overthrow religion,

But with a baser man of arms by far, Because he is protector of the realm;

Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me And would have armour here out of the Tower, Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death To crown himself king, and suppress the prince.

Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd. Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but blows. In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir’d.

(Here they skirmish again. But, o! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous Whom with my bare fists I would execute, strife,

If I now had him brought into my power. But to make open proclamation :

Sal. Yet tell’st thou not, how ihou wert enterCorne, officer; as loud as e'er thou can'st.

tain'd. Off. All manner of men, assembled here in arms this

Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious day against God's peace and the king's, we charge

. In open market-place produc'd they me,

taunts. and command you, in his highness' name, to repair To be a public spectacle to all; to your several dwelling-places; and not to wear, handle, or use, any sword, weapon, or dagger, Here, said they, is the terror of the French," henceforward, upon pain of death.

The scare-crow that affrights our children so.

Then broke I from the officers that led me; Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:

And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground Bit we shall meet, and break our minds at large. To hurl at the beholders of my shame. Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be My grisly countenance made others fly;

None durst come near for fear of suiden death. Thy heart-blood I will have, for this day's work. In iron walls they deem'd me not secure; Mıy. I'll call for clubs,' if you will not away :

So great fear of my name 'mongst then was spread This cardinal is more haughty than the devil. Glo. Mayor, farewell : thou dost but what thou And spurn in pieces posts of adamant :

That they suppos'd, I could rend bars of steel, may'st.

Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head;

That walk'd about me every minute-while ;
For I intend to have it, ere long. (Ereunt. And if I did but stir out of my bed,
May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

depart.-
Good God! that nobles should such stomachs? But we will be reveng’d sufficiently.

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd: bear!

Now it is supper-time in Orleans : I myself fight not once in forty year. (E.reunt. Here, through this grate, I can count every one, SCENE IV. France. Before Orleans, Enter, And view the Frenchmen how they fortify;

on the Walls, the Master Ġunner and his Son. Let us look in, the sight will much delight ihee. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdalo besieg'd:

Let me have your express opinions, And how the English have the suburbs won.

Where is best place to make our battery next. Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Gar. I think, at the north gate, for there stand Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.

lords. M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruld

Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. by me:

Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, Chief master-gunner am I of this town;

Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. Something I must do, to procure me grace ::

(Shot from the Town. SALISBURY and SIR The prince's espials have inform'd me,

Tho. GARGRAVE fall. How the English, in the suburbs close intrench’d, Sal. O Lord, have inercy on us, wretched sinners Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars

Gar. O Lord, have meroy on me, woului man! In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;

Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath And thence discover how, with most advantage,

cross'd us? They may vex us, with shor, or with assault. Speak, Salisbury: at least, if thou canst speak; To intercept this inconvenience,

How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men ? A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd;

One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!! And fully even these three days have I watchd, Accursed lower! accursed fatal hand, If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch,

That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy ! For I can stay no longer.

In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame; If thou spy'st any, run and bring we word;

Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars; And thou shalt find me at the governor's. (Erit. Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,

Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care : His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field. I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury though thy speech doth

fail, Enter, in an upper Chamber of a Tower, tho LORDS One eyo thou hast to look to heaven for grace:

SALISBURY and Talbot, SIR WILLIAM The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. GLANSDALE, Sir Thomas GaroRAVE, and Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive, others.

If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands! Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it.How wert thou handled, being prisoner ?

Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?

Speak unto Talbot ; nay, look up to him. I Malone erroneously thinks the mayor cries out for peace officers armed with clubs or staves. The practice very scourge and a hiiy horror, insomnuch wat as his of calling out Clubs ! clubs ! to call out the London person was fearful and terrible in his adversaries preapprentices upon the occasion of any affray in the sent, so his name and fame was spiteful and deadful to streets, has been before explained, soe As You Like h, the common people absent: insomuch that women in Act v. Sc. 2.

France, lo feare their yong children, would crye tho 2 Stomach is pride, a haughty spirit of resentment Talbol cometh.' Hull's Chronicle. 3 Favour.

8 Camden says, in his Remaines, that the French A Spies. Vide note on Hamlet, Act iji. Sc. I.

scarce knew the use of great ordnance till the siege of 5 The old copy reads went; the emendation is Mr. Manis in 1455, when a breach was made in the walls of Tyrwhill's

thar town by the English, under the conduct of this earl 6 The old copy readspild esteem'd.'

of Salisbury; and that he was the first English gontier q . This man (Talbot) was to the French people al man that was slain by a cannon ball.

1

SCENE VIL

Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort; Sheep run not half sn timorous from the wolf,
Thou shalt not die, whiles-

Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard,
He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me; As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
As who should say, When I am dead and gone,

(Alarum. Another Skirmisha
Remember to avenge me on the French.-

It will not be :-Retire into your trenches :
Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero, You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.-
Wretched shall France be only in my name. Pucelle is entered into Orleans,

(Thunder heard; afterwards an Alarum. In spite of us, or aught that we could do.
What stir is this? What túmult's in the heavens? O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ? The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
Enter a Messenger.

(Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Tálbot and

his Forces, &c.
Mes. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd
head:

SCENE VI. The same. Enter, on the Walls,
The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, -

PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENGON, and

Soldiers.
A holy prophetess, new risen up,-
Is come with a great power to raise the siege. Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls;

(SALISBURY groans. Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves :
Tal Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
It irks his heart, he cannot be revenged.-

Char. Divinest creature, bright Astrea's daughter,
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:-

How shall I honour thee for this success?
Pucelle or puzzel,' dolphin or dogfish,

Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,
Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels, That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were

the next.
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.- France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess !-
Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

Recover'd is the town of Orleans :
And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
dare.
(Eseunt, bearing out the bodies. Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the

town?
SCENE V. The same. Before one of the Gates. Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,

Alarum. Skirmishings. Talbot pursueth the
Dauphin, and driveth him in : then enter JOANLA To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.

And feast and banquet in the open streets,
Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then

Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and
enter TALBOT.

joy,
Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
force ?

Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them: For which, I will divide my crown with her:
A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.

And all the priests and friars in my realm
Enter La PUCELLE,

Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.
Here, here she comes : -I'll have a bout with A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,

Than Rhodope's, of Memphis, ever was :'
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee :

In memory of her, when she is dead,
Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,

Her ashes, in an urn more precious
And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st. Than the rich-jeweld coffer of Darius,
Puc. Come, come, 'uis only I that must disgrace Transported shall be at high festivals
thee.

(They fight.

Before the kings and queens of France.
Tal Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail ? No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry,
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage,

But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,

Come in ; and let us banquet royally,
And I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.

After this golden day of victory. (Flourish. Exeunt.
Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:

ACT II.
I must go victual Orleans forth with.
O'ertake me, if thou canst ; I scorn thy strength. SCENE I. The same. Enter to the Gates, a French
Go, go, cheer up thy hungry, starved men;

Sergeant, and Two Sentinels.
Help Salisbury to make his testament :

Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant:
This day is ours, as many more shall be.

If any noise, or soldier, you perceive,
(PUCELLE enters the Town, with Soldiers. Near to the walls, by some apparent sign,
Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.'
wheel;

I Sent. Sergeant, you shall. (Exit Sergeant.]
I know not where I am, nor what I do:

Thus are poor servitors
A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal," (When others sleep upon their quiet beds),
Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists: Constrain’d to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.
So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench, Enter Talbot, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces,
Are from their hives, and houses, driven away. with Scaling Laulders; their Drums beating a dead
They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs; March.
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.

(A short Alarum. By whose approach, the regions of Artois,

Tal. Lord Regent,--and redoubted Burgundy,
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Or tear the lions out of England's coat;

Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,

This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions stead :

Having all day carous'd and banqueted :
I Puzrel means a dirty wench or a drab, 'from puz- 6 The Adonis horti were nothing but portable earthen
sa, i. e. malus foetor,' says Minsheu.

pots, with some lettuce or sennel growing in them.
· The superstition of those times taught that he who 7 The old copy reads :-
cnuld draw a witch's blood was free from her power.

Than Rhodophe's or Memphis ever was.'
3 Alluding to Hannibal's stratagem to escape, by fix. Rhodope, or Rhodopis, a celebrated courtezan, who
ing bundles of lighted twigs on the horns of oxen, re- was a slave in the same service with Æsop, at Samos
corded by Livy, lib. xxij. c. xvj.

8 "In what price the noble poems of Homer wero
4 Old copy ireacherous. Corrected by Pope.

holden by Alexander the Great, insomuch that everie
5 Wolpes. Thus the second folio, the first omits that night they were layd under his pillow, and by day were
word,

and the epithet bright prefixed to Astrea in the carried in the rich jewel coffer of Darius, lately before
next line but one. Malone follows the reading of the vanquished by him.' Puttenham's Arte of English
first folio, and contends that by a licentious pronuncia. Poesie, 1599.
tion a syllable was added, thus Engleish, Asierea. 9 The same as guard-room.

B

thee;

Einbrace we then this opportunity;

| How, or which way: 'lis sure, they found somo As fitting best to quittance their deceit,

place Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery.

But weakly guarded, where the breach was made, Bed. Coward of France ?--how much he wrongs And now there rests no other shift but this, his fame,

To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers'd, Despairing or his own arm's fortitude,

And lay new platforms? 10 endanage them. To join with witches, and the help of hell. Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying a Tal

Bur. Traitors have never other company. - boi! a Talbot! They diy, leaving their Clothes beBut what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure ? hind. Tal. A maid, they say.

Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have lesi, Bed.

A maid! and be so martial!
Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long; For I have loaden me with many spoils,

The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
If underneath the standard of the French,

Using no other weapon but his name. [Erit. She carry armour as she hath begun. Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with SCENE II. Orleans. Within the Town. Enter spirits :

Talbot, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and God is our fortress; in whose conquering name,

others. Let us resolve to scale their finty bulwarks.

Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee. Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.

Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess, Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. That we do make our entrance several ways;

(Retreal sounded. That, if it chance the one of us do fail,

Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury; The other yet may rise against their force. And here advance it in the market-place, Bed. Agreed ; I'll to yon corner.

The middle centre of this cursed town. Bur.

And I to this. Now have I paid my vow unto his soul; Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his For every drop of blood was drawn from him, grave.-

There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night. Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right And, that hereafter ages may behold of English Henry, shall this night appear

What ruin happen'd in revenge of him, How much in duty I am bound to boih.

Within their chiefest temple I'll erect (The English scale the Walls, crying St. George! A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:

a Talbot! and all enter by the Town. Upon the which, that every one may read, Sent. (Within.) Arm, arm ! the enemy doth make Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans ; assault!

The treacherous manner of his mournful death,

And what a terror he had been to France. The French leap over the Walls in their shirts. Enter, But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,

several ways, BASTARD, Alençon, REIGNIER, I muse,' we met not with the Dauphin's grace; half ready, and half unready.

His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; Alen. How now, my lords ? what all unready' so? Nor any of his false confederates. Bast. Unready

?

and glad we 'scap'd so well. Bed.' 'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight Reig. 'Twas time, Í trow, to wake and leave our

began, beds,

Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.

They did amongst the troops of armed men, Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, Leap o'er the walls for refrige in the field. Never heard I of a warlike enterprise

Bur. Myself (as far as I could weli discern, More venturous, or desperate than this.

For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night) Bast. think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Am sure I scar’d the Dauphin, and his trull; Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour When arm in arm they both came swisily running, him.

Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves, Alen. Here cometh Charles ; I marvel how he That could not live asunder day or night. sped.

After that things are set in order here,

We'll follow them with all the power we have. Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE.

Enter a Messenger. Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard.

Mess. All hail, my lords! which of this princely Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?

train Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,

Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts Make us partakers of a little gain,

So much applauded through the realm of France ? That now our loss might be ten times so much?

Tal. Here is the Talbot; who would speak with Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his

him ? friend ?

Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, At all times will you have my power alike? With modesty admiring thy renown, Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail, Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?

By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe

To visit her poor castle where she lies ;*
Improvident soldiers! had your watch heen good,

That she may boast she hath beheld the man
This sudden mischief never could have fall’n.
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default;

Whose glory fills the world with loud report.

Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see our wars That, being captain of the watch to-night, Did look no better to that weighty charge.

Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,

When ladies crave to be encounter'd with. Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept, You may not, my lord, despise her gentie suit. As that whereof I had the government, We had not been thus shamefully surpris'd.

Tal. Ne'er trust me their; for, when a world of Best. Mine was secure.

men

Could not prevail with all their oratorv,
Reig.

And so was mine, my lord. Yet hath a woman's kindness overruld:-
Char. And for myself, most part of all this night, And therefore tell her, I return great thanks ;
Within her quarter, and mine own precinct, And in submission will attend on her.-
I was employ'd in passing to and fro,

Will not your honours bear me company?
About relieving of the sentinels :
Then how, or which way, should they first break in? And I have heard ii said,-Unbidden guests

Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will : Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the case, Are often welcomest when they are gone. 1 Unready is undressed.

Tal. Woli then, alone, since there's no remedy, You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here; I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

For what you see, is but the smallest part Como hither, captain. ( IV hispers.)-You perceive And least proporcion of humanity : iny mind.

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, Capt. I do, any lord; and mean accordingly. It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

[Ereunt. Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. SCENE III. Auvergne. Court of the Castle.

Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;' Enter the Countess and her Porter,

He will be here, and yet he is not here:

How can these contrarieties agree?
Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge ; Tal. That will I show you presently.
And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
Port. Madam, I will.

(Erit. He winds a Horn. Drums heard; then a Pral of Count. The ploi is laid: if all things fall out

Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter Soldiers. righi,

How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, I shall as famous be by this exploit,

That Talbot is but shadow of himself? As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.

These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength,
Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks;
And his achievements of no less account:

Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,
Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, And in a moment makes them desolate.
To give their censurel of these rare reports.

Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse :
Enter Messenger and Talbot,

I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited,' Mess. Madam,

And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. According as your ladyship desir’d,

Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath ;

For I am sorry, that with reverence By messa re crav'd, so is Lord Talbot come.

I did not entertain thee as thou art. Count. And he is welcome. What is this the

Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstruo man ?

The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
Mess. Madam, it is.
Count,
Is this the scourge of France? What you have done, hath not offended me :

The outward composition of his body.
Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad,

No other satisfaction do I crave, That with his name the mothers still their babes ??

But only (with your patience) that we may I see report is fabulous and false :

Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have; I thought I should have seen some Hercules,

For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. A second Hector, for his grim aspect,

Count. With all my heart : and think me honoured And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.

To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Exeunt. Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf: It cannot be, this weak and writhled' shrimp

SCENE IV. London. The Temple Garden. Enter Should strike such terror to his enemies.

the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WarTul. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you :

WICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and But, since your ladyship is not at leisure,

another Lawyer. I'll sort some other time to visit you.

Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means Count. What means he now ?-Go ask him,

this silence? whither he goes.

Dare no man answer in a case of truth ? Mess. Stay, my Lord Talbot ; for my lady craves

Suff. Within the Temple hall we were too loud : To know the cause of your abrupt departure.

The garden here is more convenient. Tal. Marry, for thai she's in a wrong belief,

Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth; I go to certify her, Talbot's here.

Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error ?" Re-enter Porter, with Keys.

Suff. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;

And never yet could frame my will to it ; Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Tal. Prisoner ! to whom?

Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then beConnt. To me, blood-thirsty lord;

tween us. And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. War. Between two hawks, which fies the higher Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,

pitch, For in my gallery thy picture hangs;

Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, But now the substance shall endure the like; Between two blades, which bears the better temper, And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,

Between two horses, which doth bear him best, Thai hast by tyranny, these many years,

Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, Wasted our country, slain our citizens,

I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment : And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Tul. Ha, ha, ha!

Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw, Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shall

Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance ; turn to moan.

The truth appears so naked on my side, Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond,

That any purblind eye may find it out. To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow, Som. And on my side it is so well apparell'd, Whereon to practise your severity.

So clear, so shining, and so evident, Count. Why, art not thou the man?

That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Tal.

I am indeed.

Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath to Count. Then have I substance too.

speak, Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself: In dumb significants!' proclaim your thoughts : 1 1. e. judgment, opinion.

tinction to gentleman ; signifying that the person showed 2 Dryilen has transplanted this idea into his Don Se by his behaviour he was a low fellow. bastian :-

7 Bruited is reported, loudly announced. Nor shall Sebastian's formidable name

8 We should read a lawyer. This lawyer was pro Be longer useil, to Inll the crying babe.' bably Roger Nevyle, who was afterwards hanged. See 3 Writhled for urinhled.

W. Wyrcester, p. 479. 4 Thus in Solyman and Persida

9 Johnson observes that there is apparently a want "If not destroy'd and bound and captirate, of opposition between the two questions here,' but there

If captirale, then forc'd from holy faith. is no reason to suspect that the text is corrupt, 6 i. e. foolish, silly, weak.

10 i. e. regulate bis motions most adroitly. We still **6 This is a riddling merchant for the nonce.' The say that a horse carries himself well. term merchant, which was, and even now is, frequently íi Dumb significants, which Malone would have applied to the lowest kind of c!ealers, seems anciently to changed to significance, is nothing more than signs or have been used on these familiar occasions in contradis. I loken.

10

10

roses;

12
Let him, that is a true-born gentleman,

War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him,
And stands upon the honour of his birth,

Somerset;
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,

His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence ?
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. Third son to the third Edward, king of England;

Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root ?
But dare maintain the party of the truth,

Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege,'
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.

War. I love no colours ;' and, without all colour Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my of base insinuating flattery,

words
I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.

On and plot of ground in Christendom:
Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset; Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge,
And say withal, I think he held the right.

For treason executed in our late king's day?
Ver. Stay, lords and gentlemen: and pluck no And, by his treason, stand’st not thou attainted,
more,

Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
Till you conclude that he, upon whose side

His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, And, till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman.
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted ;
Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected ;? Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor ;
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

And that I'll prove on better inen than Somerset,
Plan. And I.

(case, Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the For your partaker Poole, and you yourself,
I pluck this pale, and maiden blossom here, I'll note you in my book of memory,"
Giving my verdict on the white rose side. To scourge you for this apprehension :11

Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off ; Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd.
Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still :
And fall on my side so against your will

.

And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ;
Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear.
Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,

Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
And keep me on the side where still I am.

As cognizanceit of my blood-drinking hate,
Som. Well, well, come on: Who else ? Will I for ever, and my faction, wear;

Law. Unless my study and my books be false, Until it wither with me to my grave,
The argument you held, was wrong in you ;

Or flourish to the height of my degree.

(To SOMERSET. Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy ambition! In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too.

And so farewell, until I meet thee next. (Exit. Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument ? Som. Have with thee, Poole. Farewell, ambiSom. Here, in my scabbard ; meditating that,

tious Richard.

(Exit, Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.

Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce enPlan. Mean lime, your cheeks do counterfeit our

dure it!

(house,

War. This blot, that they object against your
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament,
The truth on our side.

Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster;
Som.
No, Plantagenet,

And, if thou be not then created York,
"Tis not for fear; but anger,-that ihy cheeks I will not live to be accounted Warwick,
Blush for pure shamne, to counterfeit our roses ;' Mean time, in signal of my love to thee,
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Against proud Somerset, and William Poole,

Plan. Háth not thy rose a canker, Somerset ? Will I upon thy party wear this rose :
Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet ? And here I prophesy,

-This brawl to-day,
Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden,

Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you,
roses,

That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
That shall maintain what I have said is true, Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the samo
Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.

Law. And so will I,
Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, Plan, Thanks, gentle sir.
I scorn theo and thy faction,* peevish boy. Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say,

Suff. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. This quarrel will drink blood another day. (Exeunt.
Plan, Proud Poolo, I will; and scorn both him SCENE V. The same. A Room in the Tower,
and theo.

Enter MORTIMER,'' brought in a Chair by two
Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.

Keepers.
Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole !

Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him.

Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. | Colours is here used ambiguously for tints and have derived some such privilege from the knights deceits.

templars, or knights hospitallers, both religious orders, 2 Well objected is properly proposed, properly thrown its former inhabitants. It is true, blows may have been in our way

prohibited by the regulations of the society: the author 3 It is not for fear that my cheeks look pale, but for perhaps did not much consider the matter, but repre. anger: anger produced by this circumstance-namely, sents it as suited his purpose. thal thy cheeks blush, &c.

8 Exempt for excluded. 4 Theobald altered fashion, which is the reading of 9 Partaker, in ancient languago, signifies one who the old copy, to faction. Warburton contends that by takes part with another ; an accomplice, a confederale. fashion is meant the badge of the red rose, which * A partaker, or coparcioner; particeps, consors, con. 'Somerset said that he and his friends would be distin socius.'- Baret. guished by.'

10 So in Hamlet
5 The poet mistakes. Plantagenet's paternal grand.

the table of my memory.'
father was Edmund of Langley, duke of York. His Again :-
maternal grandfather was Roger Mortimer, earl of

shall live
March, who was the son of Philippa, the daughter of Within the book and volume of my brain.'
Lionel, duke of Clarence. The duke therefore was his 11 Theobald changed this to reprehension : and War.
maternal great great grandfather.

burton explains it by opinion. li rather means concep. 6 i. e. those who have no right to arms.

tion, or a conceit taken that matters are different from 7 It does not appear that the temple had any privilege what the truth warrants. of sanctuary at this time, being then, ag now, ihe resi. 12 A cognizance is a badge. dence of law students. The author might imagine it to 13 This is at variance

with the strict truth of history.

truth;