The first Part of Henry the Sixt.Lawyer.Vnlesse my Studie and my Bookes be false,The argument you held, was wrong in you;In signe whereof, I pluck a white Rose too.Yorke.
[890]
Now
Somerset, where is your argument?
Som.Here in my Scabbard, meditating, thatShall dye your white Rose in a bloody red.York.Meane time your cheeks do counterfeit our Roses:For pale they looke with feare, as witnessing
[895]
The truth on our side.Som.No
Plantagenet:'Tis not for feare, but anger, that thy cheekesBlush for pure shame, to counterfeit our Roses,And yet thy tongue will not confesse thy error.Yorke.
[900]
Hath not thy Rose a Canker,
Somerset?
Som.Hath not thy Rose a Thorne,
Plantagenet?
Yorke.I, sharpe and piercing to maintaine his truth,Whiles thy consuming Canker eates his falsehood.Som.Well, Ile find friends to weare my bleeding Roses,
[905]
That shall maintaine what I haue said is true,Where false
Plantagenet dare not be seene.
Yorke.Now by this Maiden Blossome in my hand,I scorne thee and thy fashion, peeuish Boy.Suff.Turne not thy scornes this way,
Plantagenet.
Yorke.
[910]
Prowd
Poole, I will, and scorne both him and
thee.
Suff.Ile turne my part thereof into thy throat.Som.Away, away, good
William de la Poole,
We grace the Yeoman, by conuersing with him.Warw.Now by Gods, will thou wrong'st him,
Somerset:
[915]
His Grandfather was
Lyonel Duke of Clarence,
Third Sonne to the third
Edward King of England:
Spring Crestlesse Yeomen from so deepe a Root?Yorke.He beares him on the place's Priuiledge,Or durst not for his crauen heart say thus.Som.
[920]
By him that made me, Ile maintaine my wordsOn any Plot of Ground in Christendome.Was not thy Father,
Richard, Earle of Cambridge,
For Treason executed in our late Kings dayes?And by his Treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
[925]
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient Gentry?His Trespas yet liues guiltie in thy blood,And till thou be restor'd, thou art a Yeoman.Yorke.My father was attached, not attainted,Condemn'd to dye for Treason, but no Traytor;
[930]
And that Ile proue on better men then
Somerset,
Were growing time once ripened to my will.For your partaker
Poole, and you your selfe,
Ile note you in my Booke of Memorie,To scourge you for this apprehension:
[935]
Looke to it well, and say you are well warn'd.Som.Ah, thou shalt finde vs ready for thee still:And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes,For these, my friends in spight of thee shall weare.Yorke.And by my Soule, this pale and angry Rose,
[940]
As Cognizance of my blood‑drinking hate,Will I for euer, and my Faction weare,Vntill it wither with me to my Graue,Or flourish to the height of my Degree.Suff.Goe forward, and be choak'd with thy ambition;
[945]
And so farwell, vntill I meet thee next.Exit.Som.Haue with thee
Poole: Farwell ambitious
Ri
chard
.
Exit.Yorke.How I am b
au'd, and must perforce endure
it?
Warw.This blot that they obiect against your House,Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament,
Call'd for the Truce of
Winchester and
Gloucester:And if thou be not then created
Yorke,
I will not liue to be accounted
Warwicke.
Meane time, in signall of my loue to thee,Against prowd
Somerset, and
William Poole,
[955]
Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose.And here I prophecie: this brawle to day,Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden,Shall send betweene the Red‑Rose and the White,A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night.Yorke.
[960]
Good Master
Vernon, I am bound to you,
That you on my behalfe would pluck a flower.Ver.In your behalfe still will I weare the same.Lawyer.And so will I.Yorke.Thankes gentle.
[965]
Come, let vs foure to Dinner: I dare say,This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day.Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 5]
Enter Mortimer, brought in a Chayre,
and Iaylors.
Mort.Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age,Let dying
Mortimer here rest himselfe.
Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack,
[970]
So fare my Limbes with long Imprisonment:And these gray Locks, the Pursuiuants of death,Nestor‑like aged, in an Age of Care,
Argue the end of
Edmund Mortimer.
These Eyes, like Lampes, whose wasting Oyle is spent,
[975]
Waxe dimme, as drawing to their Exigent.Weake Shoulders, ouer‑borne with burthening Griefe,And pyth‑lesse Armes, like to a withered Vine,That droupes his sappe‑lesse Branches to the ground.Yet are these Feet, whose stength‑lesse stay is numme,
[980]
(Vnable to support this Lumpe of Clay)Swift‑winged with desire to get a Graue,As witting I no other comfort haue.But tell me, Keeper, will my Nephew come?Keeper.Richard Plantagenet, my Lord, will come:
[985]
We sent vnto the Temple, vnto his Chamber,And answer was return'd, that he will come.Mort.Enough: my Soule shall then be satisfied.Poore Gentleman, his wrong doth equall mine.Since
Henry Monmouth first began to reigne,
[990]
Before whose Glory I was great in Armes,This loathsome sequestration haue I had;And euen since then, hath
Richard beene obscur'd,
Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance.But now, the Arbitrator of Despaires,
[995]
Iust Death, kinde Vmpire of mens miseries,With sweet enlargement doth dismisse me hence:I would his troubles likewise were expir'd,That so he might recouer what was lost.Enter Richard.Keeper.My Lord, your louing Nephew now is come.Mor.
[1000]
Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
Rich.I, Noble Vnckle, thus ignobly vs'd,Your Nephew, late despised
Richard, comes.
Mort.Direct mine Armes, I may embrace his Neck,And in his Bosome spend my latter gaspe.
[1005]
Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes,That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse.And now declare Sweet stem from
Yorkes great stock,
Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd?Rich. First
Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
[Act 2, Scene 1]
Enter a Sergeant of a Band, with two Sentinels.Ser.Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant:If any noyse or Souldier you perceiueNeere to the walles, by some apparant signeLet vs haue knowledge at the Court of Guard.Sent.
[605]
Sergeant you shall. Thus are poore Seruitors(When others sleepe vpon their quiet beds)Constrain'd to watch in darknesse, raine, and cold.Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with scaling
Ladders: Their Drummes beating a
Dead March.
Tal.Lord Regent, and redoubted
Burgundy,
By whose approach, the Regions of
Artoys,
[610]
Wallon, and
Picardy, are friends to vs:
This happy night, the Frenchmen are secure,Hauing all day carows'd and banquetted,Embrace we then this opportunitie,As fitting best to quittance their deceite,
[615]
Contriu'd by Art, and balefull Sorcerie.Bed.Coward of France, how much he wrongs his fame,Dispairing of his owne armes fortitude,To ioyne with Witches, and the helpe of Hell.Bur.Traitors haue neuer other company.
[620]
But what's that
Puzell whom they tearme so pure?
Tal.A Maid, they say.Bed.A Maid? And be so martiall?Bur.Pray God she proue not masculine ere long:If vnderneath the Standard of the French
[625]
She carry Armour, as she hath begun.Tal.Well, let them practise and conuerse with spirits.God is our Fortresse, in whose conquering nameLet vs resolue to scale their flinty bulwarkes.Bed.Ascend braue
Talbot, we will follow thee.
Tal.
[630]
Not altogether: Better farre I guesse,That we do make our entrance seuerall wayes:That if it chance the one of vs do faile,The other yet may rise against their force.Bed.Agreed; Ile to yond corner.Bur.
[635]
And I to this.Tal.And heere will
Talbot mount, or make his graue.
Now
Salisbury, for thee and for the right
Of English
Henry, shall this night appeare
How much in duty, I am bound to both.Sent.
[640]
Arme, arme, the enemy doth make assault.Cry, S. George, A Talbot.The French leape ore the walles in their shirts. Enter
seuerall wayes, Bastard, Alanson, Reignier,
halfe ready, and halfe vnready.
Alan.How now my Lords? what all vnreadie so?Bast.Vnready? I am glad we scap'd so well.Reig.'Twas time (I trow) to wake and leaue our beds,Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores.Alan.
[645]
Of all exploits since first I follow'd Armes,Nere heard I of a warlike enterprizeMore venturous, or desperate then this.Bast.I thinke this
Talbot be a Fiend of Hell.
Reig.If not of Hell, the Heauens sure fauour him.Alans.
[650]
Here Commeth
Charles, I maruell how he sped?
Enter Charles and Ioane.Bast.Tut, holy
Ioane was his defensiue Guard.
Charl.Is this thy cunning, thou deceitfull Dame?Didst thou at first to flatter vs withall,Make vs partakers of a little gayne,
[655]
That now our losse might be ten times so much?Ioane.Wherefore is
Charles impatient with his friend?
At all times will you haue my Power alike?Sleeping or waking, must I still preuayle,Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
[660]
Improuident Souldiors, had your Watch been good,This sudden Mischiefe neuer could haue falne.Charl.Duke of Alanson, this was your default,That being Captaine of the Watch to Night,Did looke no better to that weightie Charge.Alans.
[665]
Had all your Quarters been as safely kept,As that whereof I had the gouernment,We had not beene thus shamefully surpriz'd.Bast.Mine was secure.Reig.And so was mine, my Lord.Charl.
[670]
And for my selfe, most part of all this NightWithin her Quarter, and mine owne Precinct,I was imploy'd in passing to and fro,About relieuing of the Centinels.Then how, or which way, should they first breake in?Ioane.
[675]
Question (my Lords) no further of the case,How or which way; 'tis sure they found some place,But weakely guarded, where the breach was made:And now there, rests no other shift but this,To gather our Souldiors, scatter'd and disperc't,
[680]
And lay new Plat‑formes to endammage them.Exeunt.Alarum. Enter a Souldier, crying, a Talbot, a Talbot:
they flye, leauing their Clothes behind.
Sould.Ile be so bold to take what they haue left:The Cry of
Talbot serues me for a Sword,
For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles,Vsing no other Weapon but his Name.Exit.
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<l n="623">Pray God she proue not masculine ere long:</l>
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<l n="626">Well, let them practise and conuerse with spirits.</l>
<l n="627">God is our Fortresse, in whose conquering name</l>
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<l n="653">Didst thou at first to flatter vs withall,</l>
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<l n="658">Sleeping or waking, must I still preuayle,</l>
<l n="659">Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?</l>
<l n="660">Improuident Souldiors, had your Watch been good,</l>
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<l n="662">Duke of Alanson, this was your default,</l>
<l n="663">That being Captaine of the Watch to Night,</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Alans.</speaker>
<l n="665">Had all your Quarters been as safely kept,</l>
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<l n="668">Mine was secure.</l>
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<l n="670">And for my selfe, most part of all this Night</l>
<l n="671">Within her Quarter, and mine owne Precinct,</l>
<l n="672">I was imploy'd in passing to and fro,</l>
<l n="673">About relieuing of the Centinels.</l>
<l n="674">Then how, or which way, should they first breake in?</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Ioane.</speaker>
<l n="675">Question (my Lords) no further of the case,</l>
<l n="676">How or which way; 'tis sure they found some place,</l>
<l n="677">But weakely guarded, where the breach was made:</l>
<l n="678">And now there, rests no other shift but this,</l>
<l n="679">To gather our Souldiors, scatter'd and disperc't,</l>
<l n="680">And lay new Plat‑formes to endammage them.</l>
</sp>
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<stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Alarum. Enter a Souldier, crying, a Talbot, a Talbot:
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<speaker rend="italic">Sould.</speaker>
<l n="681">Ile be so bold to take what they haue left:</l>
<l n="682">The Cry of<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>serues me for a Sword,</l>
<l n="683">For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles,</l>
<l n="684">Vsing no other Weapon but his Name.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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