YORK

Great Lords and Gentlemen, What means this silence? Dare no man answer in a Case of Truth? Now Somerset, where is your argument? Mean time your cheeks do counterfeit our Roses: For pale they look with fear, as witnessing The truth on our side. Hath not thy Rose a Canker, Somerset ? I, sharp and piercing to maintain his truth, While thy consuming Canker eats his falsehood. Now by this Maiden Blossom in my hand, I scorn thee and thy fashion peevish Boy. He bears him on the place's Privilege, Or durst not for his craven heart say thus. My Father was attached, not attainted, Condemned to die for Treason, but no Traitor; And that I'll prove on better men then Somerset, Were growing time once ripened to my will. For your partaker Pool, and you your self, 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. And by my Soul, this pale and angry Rose, As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, Will I for ever, and my Faction wear, Until it wither with me to my Grave, Or flourish to the height of my Degree. How I am braved, and must perforce endure it? Good Master Ʋ ernon, I am bound to you, That you on my behalf would pluck a Flower. Thanks gentle. Come, let us four to Dinner: I dare say, This Quarrel will drink Blood another day. This is my Servant, hear him Noble Prince. Will not this malice Somerset be left? Let this dissension first be tried by fight, And then your Highness shall command a Peace. There is my pledge, accept it Somerset. And so he did, but yet I Like it not, In that he wears the badge of Somerset. Are not the speedy scouts returned again, That dogged the mighty Army of the Dolphin? A plague upon that Villain Somerset, That thus delays my promised supply Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege. Renowned Talbot does expect my aid, And I am louted by a Traitor Villain, And cannot help the noble Chevalier: God comfort him in this necessity: If he miscarry, farewell Wars in France. Oh God, that Somerset who in proud heart Does stop my Cornets, were in Talbots place, So should we save a valiant Gentleman, By forteyting a Traitor, and a Coward: Mad ire, and wrathful fury makes me weep, That thus we die, while remiss Traitors sleep. He die, we lose: I break my warlike word: We mourn, France smiles: We lose, they daily get, All long of this vile Traitor Somerset. Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have, To bid his young son welcome to his Grave: Away, vexation almost stops my breath, That sundered friends greet in the hour of death. Lucy farewell, no more my fortune can, But curse the cause I cannot aid the man. Main, Bloys, Poytiers, and Towers, are won away, Long all of Somerset, and his delay. Damsel of France, I think I have you fast, Unchain your spirits now with spelling Charms, And try if they can gain your liberty. A goodly prize, fit for the devils grace. See how the ugly Witch does bend her brows, As if with Circe, she would change my shape. Fell banning Hag, Enchantress hold thy tongue. Curse Miscreant, when thou comest to the stake This argues what her kind of life hath been, Wicked and vile, and so her death concludes. Take her away, for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities. I, I: away with her to execution. She and the Dolphin have been juggling, I did imagine what would be her refuge. Alanson that notorious Macheuile? It die, and if it had a thousand lives. Break thou in pieces, and consume to ashes, Thou fowl accursed minister of Hell. Is all our travel turned to this effect, After the slaughter of so many Peers, So many Captains, Gentlemen, and Soldiers, That in this quarrel have been overthrown, And sold their bodies for their Countries benefit, Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace? Have we not lost most partly of all the Towns, By Treason, Falsehood, and by Treachery, Our great Progenitors had conquered: O Warwick, Warwick, I foresee with grief The utter lose of all the Realm of France. Speak Winchester, for boiling choler chokes The hollow passage of my poisoned voice, By sighed of these our baleful enemies. Insulting Charles, hast thou by secret means Used intercession to obtain a league, And now the matter grows to compremize, Standest thou aloof upon Comparison. Either accept the Title thou usurpest, Of benefit proceeding from our King, And not of any challenge of Desert, Or we will plague thee with incessant Wars. Then say at once, if I maintained the Truth: Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error? Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: The truth appears so naked on my side, That any purblind eye may find it out. 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 honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, From off this Bryer pluck a white Rose with me. And I. Proud Pool, I will, and scorn both him and thee. And if I wish he did. But let it rest, Other affairs must now be managed. O, Charles the Dolphin is a proper man, No shape but his can please your dainty eye. Bring forth that Sorceress condemned to burn. Now heaven forfend, the holy Maid with child? Why here's a Girl: I think she knows not well (There were so many) whom she may accuse. And yet forsooth she is a Virgin pure, Strumpet, thy words condemn thy Bram , and thee. Use no entreaty, for it is in vain. Then swear Allegiance to his Majesty, As thou art Knight, never to disobey, Nor be Rebellious to the Crown of England, Thou nor thy Nobles, to the Crown of England. So, now dismiss your Army when you please: Hang up your Ensigns, let your Drums be still, For here we entertain a solemn peace. I, Noble Uncle, thus ignobly used, Your Nephew, late despised Richard, comes. First, lean thine aged Back against mine Arm, And in that ease, I'll tell thee my Disease. This day in argument upon a Case, Some words there grew betwixt Somerset and me: Among which terms, he used his lavish tongue, And did upbraid me with my Father's death; Which obloquy set bars before my tongue, Else with the Like I had requited him. Therefore good Uncle, for my Father's sake, In honour of a true Plantagenet, And for Alliance sake, declare the cause My Father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his Head. Discover more at large what cause that was, For I am ignorant, and cannot guess. Of which, my Lord, your Honour is the last. Thy graven admonishments prevail with me: But yet me thinks, my Father's execution Was nothing less then bloody Tyranny. Oh Uncle, would some partly of my young years Might but redeem the passage of your Age. And Peace, no War, befall thy parting Soul. In Prison hast thou spent a Pilgrimage, And Like a Hermit overpast thy days. Well, I will lock his Council in my Breast, And what I do imagine, let that rest. Keepers convey him hence, and I my self Will see his Burial better then his Life. Here die the dusky Torch of Mortimer, Choked with Ambition of the meaner sort. And for those Wrongs, those bitter Injuries, Which Somerset hath offered to my House, I doubt not, but with Honour to redress. And therefore haste I to the Parliament, Either to be restored to my Blood, Or make my will the advantage of my good. Plantagenet I see must hold his tongue, Least it be said, Speak Sirrah when you should: Must your bold Verdict enter talk with Lords? Else would I have a fling at Winchester. Thy humble servant vows obedience, And humble service, till the point of death. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fallen, And as my duty springs, so perish they, That grudge one thought against your Majesty.