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The argument you held, was wrong in you;
In fign whereof, I pluck a white rofe too.
Sem. No, Plantagenet,
'Tis not for fear; but anger-that thy cheeks Blush for pure fhame, to counterfeit our roses; And yet thy tongue will not confefs thy error. Plant. Hath not thy rofe a canker, Somerset ? Sem. Hath not thy rofe a thorn, Plantagenet? Plant. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
Whiles thy confuming canker eats his falfhood.
That shall maintain what I have faid is true,
Or flourish to the height of my degree. [bition! Suf. Go forward, and be choak'd with thy am10 And fo farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit. S.m. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambitious Richard. [Exit. Plant. How I am brav'd, and muft perforce en
Plant. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
His grandfather was Lionel duke of Clarence,
Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my
I'll note you in my book of memory,
Look to it well; and say you are well wärn'd.
Enter Mortimer 7, brought in a chair, and failers.
Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
45 Thefe eyes-like lamps whofe wafting oil is fpent-
1 By fashion is meant the badge of the red rofe, which Somerset fays he and his friends fhould be diftinguish'd by. 2 i. e. those who have no right to arms. 3 The Temple, being a religious house, was an afylum, a place of exemption, from violence, revenge, and bloodshed. 4 Exempt, for excluded. 5 i. e. opinion. A badge is called a cognisance à cognofcends, because by it fuch perfons as do wear it upon their fleeves, their shoulders, or in their hats, are manifeftly known whose servants they are. 7 Mr. Edwards obferves, that Shakspeare has varied from the truth of hiftory, to introduce this scene between Mortimer and Richard Plantagenet. Edmund Mortimer ferved under Henry V. in 1422, and died unconfined in Ireland in 1424. Holinfhed fays, that Mortimer was one of the mourners at the funeral of Henry V. Mr. Steevens adds, "that his uncle, fir John Mortimer, was indeed prifoner in the Tower, and was executed not long before the earl of March's death, being charged with an attempt to make his escape in order to ftir up an infurrection in Wales." heralds that, forerunning death, proclaim its approach. 9 i. e. end.
& i. e. the
But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?
Juft death, kind umpire of men's miferies,
Enter Richard Plantagenet.
Kerp. My lord, your loving nephew now is [come?
I was the next by birth and parentage ;
From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son
10 Long after this, when Henry the fifth,-
Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is he 20
Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck,
Why didst thou fay-of late thou wert despis'd?
Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit,
Of Edward king, the third of that descent :
Mor. With filence, nephew, be thou politick;
Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. 40 Mourn not, except thou forrow for my good; Only, give order for my funeral;
And fo farewel; and fair 5 be all thy hopes!
And like a hermit over-pafs'd thy days.-
Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
That is, he that terminates or concludes mifery. 2 i. e. my uneafinefs or difcontent. 1 i. e. bigb. 4 The fenfe is, I acknowledge thee to be my heir; the confequences which may be collected from thence, I recommend it to thee to draw. 5 i. e. lucky, or profperous. We are to understand the speaker as reflecting on the ill fortune of Mortimer, in being always made a tool of by the Percies of the north in their rebellious intrigues; rather than in afferting his claim to the crown, in fupport of his own princely ambition.
Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Glofter, Winchefter, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, and Richard 5 Plantagenet. Glofter offers to put up a Bill; Winchefter fnatches it, and tears it.
Win. Om'st thou with deep premeditated lines,
With written pamphlets studiously devis'd,
As I with fudden and extemporal speech
Glo. Prefumptuous prieft! this place commands my patience,
Or thou shouldft find thou hast dishonour'd me.
Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.—Lords, vouchsafe
Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
Thou bastard of my grandfather!—————
Win. Ay, lordly fir; For what are you, I pray, But one imperious in another's throne?
Glo. Am I not protector, faucy priest? .
And ufeth it to patronage his theft.
Win. Unreverent Gloster!
Glo. Thou art reverent
Touching thy fpiritual function, not thy life. Win. Rome fhall remedy this.
War. Roam thither then.
Sem. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. War. Ay, fee the bishop be not over-borne. Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, And know the office that belongs to fuch. War. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler; 10 It fitteth not a prelate fo to plead.
Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd fo near. War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that? Is not his grace protector to the king?
Rich. Plantagenet, I fee, must hold his tongue; 15 Left it be faid, Speak, firrah, when you should; Muft your bold verdiet enter talk with lords? Elfe would I have a fling at Winchester.
K. Henry. Uncles of Glofter, and of Winchester, The fpecial watchmen of our English weal; 20I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, To join your hearts in love and amity. Oh, what a fcandal is it to our crown, That two fuch noble peers as ye, fhould jar! Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, 25 Civil diffention is a viperous worm,
That gnaws the bowels of the common-wealth.— [A noife within; Down with the tawny coats! What tumult's this?
War. An uproar, I dare warrant,
30 Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
[A noife again, Stones! Stones! Enter the Mayor of London, attended.
Mayor. Oh, my good lords,—and virtuous HenPity the city of London, pity us!
35 The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men,
40 That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
K. Henry. We charge you, on allegiance to ourself, 45 To hold your flaught'ring hands,and keep the peace. Pray, uncle Glofter, mitigate this strife.
1 Serv. Nay, if we be
Forbidden ftones, we'll fall to it with our teeth.
2 Serv. Do what you dare, we are as refolute. [Skirmish again. Gl. You of my houfhold, leave this peevish broil, And fet this unaccustom'd2 fight aside.
3 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man Juft and upright; and, for your royal birth, 55 Inferior to none, but to his majesty: And, ere that we will fuffer fuch a prince,
So kind a father of the common-weal,
To be difgraced by an inkhorn mate 3,
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight,
Roam to Rome. 2 Toroam is fuppofed to be derived from the cant of vagabonds, who often pretended a pilgrimage to Rome,
2. e, unfeemly, indecont. 3 i. e. a bookman.
And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes.
1 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field when we are dead. [Begin again. Glo. Stay, ftay, I fay!
And, if you love me, as you say you do,
Let me perfuade you to forbear a while. [foul!-
Except you mean, with obftinate repulfe,
To flay your fovereign, and destroy the realm.
War. Behold, my lord of Winchefter, the duke
Gic. Here, Winchefter, I offer thee my hand.
That malice was a great and grievous fin:
War. Sweet king!-the bishop hath a kindly
Glo. Ay; but I fear me, with a hollow heart.-
Betwixt ourfelves, and all our followers:
So help me God, as I diffemble not!
Win. [Afide.] So help me God, as I intend it
How joyful I am made by this contract!
That Richard be restored to his blood.
Rich. Thy humble fervant vows obedience, 10 And humble fervice, 'till the point of death.
K. Henry. Stoop then, and fet your knee against
15 And rife created princely duke of York.
Rich. And fo thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall!
Sum. Perish, bafe prince, ignoble duke of York!
Glo. Now will it beft avail your majefty,
[Exeunt all but Exeter.
Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in France,
Which, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth,
K. Henry. O loving uncle, kind duke of Glofter, 45 Which is so plain, that Exeter doth with
Away, my mafters! trouble us no more;
But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
1 Serv. Content; I'll to the furgeon's.
2 Serv. So will I.
3 Serv. And I will fee what phyfic
The tavern affords.
War. Accept this fcrowl, moft gracious fovereign;
Gh. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick;-for, fweet]
At Eltham-place I told your majefty.
His days may finish ere that hapless time. [Exit.
Enter Fan ia Pucelle difguis'd, and Soldiers with facks upon their backs, like Countrymen.
Pucel. Thefe are the city gates, the gates of Roan,
[prince, 55 That come to gather money for their corn.
K. Henry. And thofe occafions, uncle, were of Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is,
1 A kindly gird is a gentle or friendly repreef.
2 i. e. recompence, return.
3 That is, propagate iff,
Watch. Qui va là?
Pucel. Paifans pauvres gens de France:
Poor market-folks, that come to fell their corn.
Enter Dauphin, Baftard, and Alençon.
Baft. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practifants: 10
Reig. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; Which, once difcern'd, shews, that her meaning is,-No way to that, for weakness, which the enter'd. 15 Enter Joan la Pucelle on a battlement, thrusting out a torch burning.
Pucel. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch,
Baft. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our friend,
Dau. Now fhine it like a comet of revenge,
A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
If Talbot do but follow, rain will follow.
[Talbot, and the reft, whisper together in council. God fpeed the parliament ! who thall be the fpeaker? Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field? Pucel. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, To try if that our own be ours, or no.
Tal. I fpeak not to that railing Hecate,
Tal. Signior, hang!-base muleteers of France! Like peafant foot-boys do they keep the walls, And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
Pucel. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls; For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.——— God be wi' you, my lord! we came, fir, but to tell you
That we are here.
[Exeunt from the walls. Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, 20 Or elfe reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy houfe, (Prick'd on by public wrongs, fuftain'd in France) Either to get the town again, or die:
And I,-as fure as English Henry lives,
Reig. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous ends; 25 And as his father here was conqueror; Enter, and cry-The Dauphin!-presently,
And then do execution on the watch.
[An alarum; Talbot in an excurfion.
Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy If Talbot but furvive thy treachery;Pucelle, that witch, that damned forcerefs, Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, That hardly we efcap'd the pride 3 of France. [Exit. An alarum: excurfions. Enter Bedford, brought in fick, in a chair, with Talbot and Burgundy, with-35 cut. Within, Joan la Pucelle, Dauphin, Baftard, and Alençon, on the Walls.
Pucel. Good morrow, gallants; want ye corn for bread?
I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast,
Bed. Oh, let no words, but deeds, revenge this Pucel. What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance,
And run a tilt at death within a chair?
Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all defpight, Encompass'd with thy luftful paramours! Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardice a man half dead? Damfel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or elfe let Talbot perish with this shame. Pucel. Are you fo hot, fir?Yet, Pucelle, hold]
As fure as in this late-betrayed town
Burg. My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
Bed. Lord Talbot, do not fo difhonour me:
Tal. Undaunted fpirit in a dying breast!-
And fet upon our boafting enemy.
[Exeunt Burgundy, Talbot, and forces. An alarum: excurfions. Enter Sir John Faftoife, and a Captain.
Cap. Whither away, Sir John Faftolfe, in fuch
1 Practice, in the language of that time, was treachery, and perhaps in the fofter fenfe, Aratagem. Practijants are therefore confederates in ftratagems. 2 That is, no way equal to that. 3 Pride fignifies the kaughty power. This hero was Uther Pendragon, brother to Aurelius, and father to king Arthur.