Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Som. No Plantagenet:
Som. 'Tis not for feare, but anger, that thy cheekes
Som. Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our Roses,
Som. And yet thy tongue will not confesse thy error.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Hath not thy Rose a Canker, Somerset?
Som. Som.
Som. Hath not thy Rose a Thorne, Plantagenet?
Yorke. I, sharpe and piercing to maintaine his truth,
Yorke. Whiles thy consuming Canker eates his falsehood.
Som. Well, Ile find friends to weare my bleeding Roses,
Som. That shall maintaine what I haue said is true,
Som. Where false Plantagenet dare not be seene.
Yorke. Now by this Maiden Blossome in my hand,
Yorke. I scorne thee and thy fashion, peeuish Boy.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. Turne not thy scornes this way, Plantagenet.