Henry VI, Pt. 1
Act 2, Scene 4
London. The temple garden.
- Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset, Pole the Earl
- of Suffolk, and others; Vernon and a Lawyer.
Richard Plantagenet3 - 4
- Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
- Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
Earl of Suffolk5 - 6
- Within the Temple Hall we were too loud,
- The garden here is more convenient.
Richard Plantagenet7 - 8
- Then say at once if I maintain’d the truth;
- Or else was wrangling Somerset in th’ error?
Earl of Suffolk9 - 11
- 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.
Duke of Somerset12
- Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then between us.
Earl of Warwick13 - 20
- 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,
- 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.
Richard Plantagenet21 - 23
- Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance.
- The truth appears so naked on my side
- That any purblind eye may find it out.
Duke of Somerset24 - 26
- And on my side it is so well apparell’d,
- So clear, so shining, and so evident,
- That it will glimmer through a blindman’s eye.
Richard Plantagenet27 - 32
- Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
- In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
- Let him that is a true-born gentleman
- And stands upon the honor of his birth,
- If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
- From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
Duke of Somerset33 - 35
- 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.
Earl of Warwick36 - 38
- I love no colors; and without all color
- Of base insinuating flattery,
- I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
Earl of Suffolk39 - 40
- I pluck this red rose with young Somerset,
- And say withal, I think he held the right.
Vernon41 - 44
- Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
- Till you conclude that he upon whose side
- The fewest roses are cropp’d from the tree
- Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
Duke of Somerset45 - 46
- Good Master Vernon, it is well objected;
- If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
- And I.
Vernon48 - 50
- 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.
Duke of Somerset51 - 53
- Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
- Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
- And fall on my side so against your will.
Vernon54 - 56
- 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.
Duke of Somerset57
- Well, well, come on, who else?
Lawyer58 - 61
- Unless my study and my books be false,
- The argument you held was wrong in you;
- To Somerset.
- In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
- Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
Duke of Somerset63 - 64
- Here in my scabbard, meditating that
- Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
Richard Plantagenet65 - 67
- Mean time your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
- For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
- The truth on our side.
Duke of Somerset68 - 71
- 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.
- Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
Duke of Somerset73
- Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
Richard Plantagenet74 - 75
- Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth,
- Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
Duke of Somerset76 - 78
- Well, I’ll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
- That shall maintain what I have said is true,
- Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
Richard Plantagenet79 - 80
- Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
- I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
Earl of Suffolk81
- Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
- Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
Earl of Suffolk83
- I’ll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
Duke of Somerset84 - 85
- Away, away, good William de la Pole!
- We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
Earl of Warwick86 - 89
- Now, by God’s will, thou wrong’st him, Somerset;
- His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
- Third son to the third Edward, King of England.
- Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
Richard Plantagenet90 - 91
- He bears him on the place’s privilege,
- Or durst not for his craven heart say thus.
Duke of Somerset92 - 99
- By Him that made me, I’ll maintain my words
- 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?
- His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood,
- And till thou be restor’d, thou art a yeoman.
Richard Plantagenet100 - 107
- My father was attached, not attainted,
- Condemn’d to die for treason, but no traitor;
- And that I’ll prove on better men than Somerset,
- 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 warn’d.
Duke of Somerset108 - 110
- 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.
Richard Plantagenet111 - 115
- And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
- As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
- Will I forever and my faction wear,
- Until it wither with me to my grave,
- Or flourish to the height of my degree.
Earl of Suffolk116 - 117
- Go forward, and be chok’d with thy ambition!
- And so farewell until I meet thee next.
Duke of Somerset119
- Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.
- How I am brav’d, and must perforce endure it!
Earl of Warwick122 - 133
- This blot that they object against your house
- Shall be wip’d out in the next parliament,
- Call’d for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
- And if thou be not then created York,
- I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
- Mean time, in signal of my love to thee,
- Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
- Will I upon thy party wear this rose.
- 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.
Richard Plantagenet134 - 135
- Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you
- That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
- In your behalf still will I wear the same.
- And so will I.
Richard Plantagenet138 - 140
- Thanks, gentlemen.
- Come, let us four to dinner. I dare say
- This quarrel will drink blood another day.