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Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, SOMERSET, WILLIAM DE LA POLE THE EARL OF SUFFOLK, VERNON, a LAWYER, and OTHERS.
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, SOMERSET, WILLIAM DE LA POLE THE EARL OF SUFFOLK, VERNON, a LAWYER, and OTHERS.
PLANTAGENET
Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
PLANTAGENET
Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
SUFFOLK
Within the Temple Hall we were too loud;
The garden here is more convenient.
SUFFOLK
Within the Temple Hall we were too loud;
The garden here is more convenient.
PLANTAGENET
5
Then say at once if I maintained the truth,
Or else was wrangling Somerset in th’ error?
PLANTAGENET
5
Then say at once if I maintained the truth,
Or else was wrangling Somerset in th’ error?
SUFFOLK
Faith, I have been a truant in the law
And never yet could frame my will to it,
And therefore frame the law unto my will.
SUFFOLK
Faith, I have been a truant in the law
And never yet could frame my will to it,
And therefore frame the law unto my will.
SOMERSET
10
Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
SOMERSET
10
Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
WARWICK
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,
15
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,
I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment;
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
WARWICK
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,
15
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,
I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment;
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
PLANTAGENET
Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance!
20
The truth appears so naked on my side
That any purblind eye may find it out.
PLANTAGENET
Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance!
20
The truth appears so naked on my side
That any purblind eye may find it out.
SOMERSET
And on my side it is so well appareled,
So clear, so shining, and so evident,
That it will glimmer through a blind man’s eye.
SOMERSET
And on my side it is so well appareled,
So clear, so shining, and so evident,
That it will glimmer through a blind man’s eye.
PLANTAGENET
25
Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
Let him that is a trueborn gentleman
And stands upon the honor of his birth,
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
30
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
PLANTAGENET
25
Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
Let him that is a trueborn gentleman
And stands upon the honor of his birth,
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
30
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
SOMERSET
Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
SOMERSET
Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
WARWICK
I love no colors; and, without all color
35
Of base insinuating flattery,
I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
WARWICK
I love no colors; and, without all color
35
Of base insinuating flattery,
I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
SUFFOLK
I pluck this red rose with young Somerset,
And say withal I think he held the right.
SUFFOLK
I pluck this red rose with young Somerset,
And say withal I think he held the right.
VERNON
Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more
40
Till you conclude that he upon whose side
The fewest roses are croppèd from the tree
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
VERNON
Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more
40
Till you conclude that he upon whose side
The fewest roses are croppèd from the tree
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
SOMERSET
Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
SOMERSET
Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
PLANTAGENET
45
And I.
PLANTAGENET
45
And I.
VERNON
Then for the truth and plainness of the case,
I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
VERNON
Then for the truth and plainness of the case,
I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
SOMERSET
Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
50
Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
And fall on my side so against your will.
SOMERSET
Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
50
Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
And fall on my side so against your will.
VERNON
If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
And keep me on the side where still I am.
VERNON
If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
And keep me on the side where still I am.
SOMERSET
55
Well, well, come on, who else?
SOMERSET
55
Well, well, come on, who else?
LAWYER
Unless my study and my books be false,
The argument you held was wrong in law,
In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
LAWYER
Unless my study and my books be false,
The argument you held was wrong in law,
In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
PLANTAGENET
Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
PLANTAGENET
Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
SOMERSET
60
Here in my scabbard, meditating that
Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
SOMERSET
60
Here in my scabbard, meditating that
Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
PLANTAGENET
Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses,
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
The truth on our side.
PLANTAGENET
Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses,
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
The truth on our side.
SOMERSET
65
No, Plantagenet.
’Tis not for fear, but anger that thy cheeks
Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
SOMERSET
65
No, Plantagenet.
’Tis not for fear, but anger that thy cheeks
Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
PLANTAGENET
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
PLANTAGENET
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
SOMERSET
70
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
SOMERSET
70
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
PLANTAGENET
Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth,
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
PLANTAGENET
Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth,
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
SOMERSET
Well, I’ll find friends to wear my bleeding roses
That shall maintain what I have said is true,
75
Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
SOMERSET
Well, I’ll find friends to wear my bleeding roses
That shall maintain what I have said is true,
75
Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
PLANTAGENET
Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
PLANTAGENET
Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
SUFFOLK
Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
SUFFOLK
Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
PLANTAGENET
Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
PLANTAGENET
Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
SUFFOLK
80
I’ll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
SUFFOLK
80
I’ll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
SOMERSET
Away, away, good William de la Pole!
We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
SOMERSET
Away, away, good William de la Pole!
We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
WARWICK
Now, by God’s will, thou wrong’st him, Somerset.
His grandfather was Lionel, Duke of Clarence,
85
Third son to the third Edward, King of England.
Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
WARWICK
Now, by God’s will, thou wrong’st him, Somerset.
His grandfather was Lionel, Duke of Clarence,
85
Third son to the third Edward, King of England.
Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
PLANTAGENET
He bears him on the place’s privilege,
Or durst not for his craven heart say thus.
PLANTAGENET
He bears him on the place’s privilege,
Or durst not for his craven heart say thus.
SOMERSET
By Him that made me, I’ll maintain my words
90
On any plot of ground in Christendom.
Was not thy father Richard, Earl of Cambridge,
For treason executed in our late king’s days?
And, by his treason, stand’st not thou attainted,
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
95
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood,
And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
SOMERSET
By Him that made me, I’ll maintain my words
90
On any plot of ground in Christendom.
Was not thy father Richard, Earl of Cambridge,
For treason executed in our late king’s days?
And, by his treason, stand’st not thou attainted,
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
95
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood,
And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
PLANTAGENET
My father was attachèd, not attainted,
Condemned to die for treason, but no traitor;
And that I’ll prove on better men than Somerset,
100
Were growing time once ripened to my will.
For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
I’ll note you in my book of memory
To scourge you for this apprehension.
Look to it well, and say you are well warned.
PLANTAGENET
My father was attachèd, not attainted,
Condemned to die for treason, but no traitor;
And that I’ll prove on better men than Somerset,
100
Were growing time once ripened to my will.
For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
I’ll note you in my book of memory
To scourge you for this apprehension.
Look to it well, and say you are well warned.
SOMERSET
105
Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still,
And know us by these colors for thy foes,
For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
SOMERSET
105
Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still,
And know us by these colors for thy foes,
For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
PLANTAGENET
And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
110
Will I forever, and my faction, wear
Until it wither with me to my grave
Or flourish to the height of my degree.
PLANTAGENET
And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
110
Will I forever, and my faction, wear
Until it wither with me to my grave
Or flourish to the height of my degree.
SUFFOLK
Go forward, and be choked with thy ambition!
And so farewell, until I meet thee next. He exits.
SUFFOLK
Go forward, and be choked with thy ambition!
And so farewell, until I meet thee next. He exits.
SOMERSET
115
Have with thee, Pole.—Farewell, ambitious Richard.
He exits.
SOMERSET
115
Have with thee, Pole.—Farewell, ambitious Richard.
He exits.
PLANTAGENET
How I am braved, and must perforce endure it!
PLANTAGENET
How I am braved, and must perforce endure it!
WARWICK
This blot that they object against your house
Shall be whipped out in the next parliament,
Called for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
120
And if thou be not then created York,
I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
Against proud Somerset and William Pole
Will I upon thy party wear this rose.
125
And here I prophesy: this brawl today,
Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,
Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
WARWICK
This blot that they object against your house
Shall be whipped out in the next parliament,
Called for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
120
And if thou be not then created York,
I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
Against proud Somerset and William Pole
Will I upon thy party wear this rose.
125
And here I prophesy: this brawl today,
Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,
Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
PLANTAGENET
Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
130
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
PLANTAGENET
Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
130
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
VERNON
In your behalf still will I wear the same.
VERNON
In your behalf still will I wear the same.
LAWYER
And so will I.
LAWYER
And so will I.
PLANTAGENET
Thanks, gentle sir.
Come, let us four to dinner. I dare say
135
This quarrel will drink blood another day.
PLANTAGENET
Thanks, gentle sir.
Come, let us four to dinner. I dare say
135
This quarrel will drink blood another day.
They exit.
They exit.

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Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, SOMERSET, WILLIAM DE LA POLE THE EARL OF SUFFOLK, VERNON, a LAWYER, and OTHERS.
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET, WARWICK, SOMERSET, WILLIAM DE LA POLE THE EARL OF SUFFOLK, VERNON, a LAWYER, and OTHERS.
PLANTAGENET
Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
PLANTAGENET
Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
SUFFOLK
Within the Temple Hall we were too loud;
The garden here is more convenient.
SUFFOLK
Within the Temple Hall we were too loud;
The garden here is more convenient.
PLANTAGENET
5
Then say at once if I maintained the truth,
Or else was wrangling Somerset in th’ error?
PLANTAGENET
5
Then say at once if I maintained the truth,
Or else was wrangling Somerset in th’ error?
SUFFOLK
Faith, I have been a truant in the law
And never yet could frame my will to it,
And therefore frame the law unto my will.
SUFFOLK
Faith, I have been a truant in the law
And never yet could frame my will to it,
And therefore frame the law unto my will.
SOMERSET
10
Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
SOMERSET
10
Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
WARWICK
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,
15
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,
I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment;
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
WARWICK
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,
15
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,
I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment;
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
PLANTAGENET
Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance!
20
The truth appears so naked on my side
That any purblind eye may find it out.
PLANTAGENET
Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance!
20
The truth appears so naked on my side
That any purblind eye may find it out.
SOMERSET
And on my side it is so well appareled,
So clear, so shining, and so evident,
That it will glimmer through a blind man’s eye.
SOMERSET
And on my side it is so well appareled,
So clear, so shining, and so evident,
That it will glimmer through a blind man’s eye.
PLANTAGENET
25
Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
Let him that is a trueborn gentleman
And stands upon the honor of his birth,
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
30
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
PLANTAGENET
25
Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
Let him that is a trueborn gentleman
And stands upon the honor of his birth,
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
30
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
SOMERSET
Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
SOMERSET
Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
WARWICK
I love no colors; and, without all color
35
Of base insinuating flattery,
I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
WARWICK
I love no colors; and, without all color
35
Of base insinuating flattery,
I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
SUFFOLK
I pluck this red rose with young Somerset,
And say withal I think he held the right.
SUFFOLK
I pluck this red rose with young Somerset,
And say withal I think he held the right.
VERNON
Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more
40
Till you conclude that he upon whose side
The fewest roses are croppèd from the tree
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
VERNON
Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more
40
Till you conclude that he upon whose side
The fewest roses are croppèd from the tree
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
SOMERSET
Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
SOMERSET
Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
PLANTAGENET
45
And I.
PLANTAGENET
45
And I.
VERNON
Then for the truth and plainness of the case,
I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
VERNON
Then for the truth and plainness of the case,
I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
SOMERSET
Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
50
Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
And fall on my side so against your will.
SOMERSET
Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
50
Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
And fall on my side so against your will.
VERNON
If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
And keep me on the side where still I am.
VERNON
If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
And keep me on the side where still I am.
SOMERSET
55
Well, well, come on, who else?
SOMERSET
55
Well, well, come on, who else?
LAWYER
Unless my study and my books be false,
The argument you held was wrong in law,
In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
LAWYER
Unless my study and my books be false,
The argument you held was wrong in law,
In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
PLANTAGENET
Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
PLANTAGENET
Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
SOMERSET
60
Here in my scabbard, meditating that
Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
SOMERSET
60
Here in my scabbard, meditating that
Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
PLANTAGENET
Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses,
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
The truth on our side.
PLANTAGENET
Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses,
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
The truth on our side.
SOMERSET
65
No, Plantagenet.
’Tis not for fear, but anger that thy cheeks
Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
SOMERSET
65
No, Plantagenet.
’Tis not for fear, but anger that thy cheeks
Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
PLANTAGENET
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
PLANTAGENET
Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
SOMERSET
70
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
SOMERSET
70
Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
PLANTAGENET
Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth,
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
PLANTAGENET
Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth,
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
SOMERSET
Well, I’ll find friends to wear my bleeding roses
That shall maintain what I have said is true,
75
Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
SOMERSET
Well, I’ll find friends to wear my bleeding roses
That shall maintain what I have said is true,
75
Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
PLANTAGENET
Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
PLANTAGENET
Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
SUFFOLK
Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
SUFFOLK
Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
PLANTAGENET
Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
PLANTAGENET
Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
SUFFOLK
80
I’ll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
SUFFOLK
80
I’ll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
SOMERSET
Away, away, good William de la Pole!
We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
SOMERSET
Away, away, good William de la Pole!
We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
WARWICK
Now, by God’s will, thou wrong’st him, Somerset.
His grandfather was Lionel, Duke of Clarence,
85
Third son to the third Edward, King of England.
Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
WARWICK
Now, by God’s will, thou wrong’st him, Somerset.
His grandfather was Lionel, Duke of Clarence,
85
Third son to the third Edward, King of England.
Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
PLANTAGENET
He bears him on the place’s privilege,
Or durst not for his craven heart say thus.
PLANTAGENET
He bears him on the place’s privilege,
Or durst not for his craven heart say thus.
SOMERSET
By Him that made me, I’ll maintain my words
90
On any plot of ground in Christendom.
Was not thy father Richard, Earl of Cambridge,
For treason executed in our late king’s days?
And, by his treason, stand’st not thou attainted,
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
95
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood,
And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
SOMERSET
By Him that made me, I’ll maintain my words
90
On any plot of ground in Christendom.
Was not thy father Richard, Earl of Cambridge,
For treason executed in our late king’s days?
And, by his treason, stand’st not thou attainted,
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
95
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood,
And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
PLANTAGENET
My father was attachèd, not attainted,
Condemned to die for treason, but no traitor;
And that I’ll prove on better men than Somerset,
100
Were growing time once ripened to my will.
For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
I’ll note you in my book of memory
To scourge you for this apprehension.
Look to it well, and say you are well warned.
PLANTAGENET
My father was attachèd, not attainted,
Condemned to die for treason, but no traitor;
And that I’ll prove on better men than Somerset,
100
Were growing time once ripened to my will.
For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
I’ll note you in my book of memory
To scourge you for this apprehension.
Look to it well, and say you are well warned.
SOMERSET
105
Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still,
And know us by these colors for thy foes,
For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
SOMERSET
105
Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still,
And know us by these colors for thy foes,
For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
PLANTAGENET
And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
110
Will I forever, and my faction, wear
Until it wither with me to my grave
Or flourish to the height of my degree.
PLANTAGENET
And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
110
Will I forever, and my faction, wear
Until it wither with me to my grave
Or flourish to the height of my degree.
SUFFOLK
Go forward, and be choked with thy ambition!
And so farewell, until I meet thee next. He exits.
SUFFOLK
Go forward, and be choked with thy ambition!
And so farewell, until I meet thee next. He exits.
SOMERSET
115
Have with thee, Pole.—Farewell, ambitious Richard.
He exits.
SOMERSET
115
Have with thee, Pole.—Farewell, ambitious Richard.
He exits.
PLANTAGENET
How I am braved, and must perforce endure it!
PLANTAGENET
How I am braved, and must perforce endure it!
WARWICK
This blot that they object against your house
Shall be whipped out in the next parliament,
Called for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
120
And if thou be not then created York,
I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
Against proud Somerset and William Pole
Will I upon thy party wear this rose.
125
And here I prophesy: this brawl today,
Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,
Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
WARWICK
This blot that they object against your house
Shall be whipped out in the next parliament,
Called for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
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And if thou be not then created York,
I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
Against proud Somerset and William Pole
Will I upon thy party wear this rose.
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And here I prophesy: this brawl today,
Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,
Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
PLANTAGENET
Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
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That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
PLANTAGENET
Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
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That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
VERNON
In your behalf still will I wear the same.
VERNON
In your behalf still will I wear the same.
LAWYER
And so will I.
LAWYER
And so will I.
PLANTAGENET
Thanks, gentle sir.
Come, let us four to dinner. I dare say
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This quarrel will drink blood another day.
PLANTAGENET
Thanks, gentle sir.
Come, let us four to dinner. I dare say
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This quarrel will drink blood another day.
They exit.
They exit.
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