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.
PLANTAGENET
Then say at once if I maintain’d 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.
SOMERSET
Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
WARWICK
Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
Between two dogs, which the deeper mouth;
Between two blades, which bears the better temper;
Between two horses, which bear him best;
Between two girls, which the merriest eye;
I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
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!
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 apparell’d,
So clear, so shining and so evident,
That it will glimmer through a blind man’s eye.
PLANTAGENET
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 honour of his birth,
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
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.
WARWICK
I love no colours, and without all colour
Of base insinuating flattery
I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
SUFFOLK
I pluck this red rose with young Somerset,
And say I think he held the right.
VERNON
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.
SOMERSET
Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
PLANTAGENET
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.
SOMERSET
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.
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
Well, well, come on, who else?
LAWYER
Unless my study and my books be false,
LAWYER
The argument you held was wrong in law;
In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
PLANTAGENET
Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
SOMERSET
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.
SOMERSET
No, Plantagenet,
not for fear but anger that cheeks
Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
And yet tongue will not confess error.
PLANTAGENET
not rose a canker, Somerset?
SOMERSET
not rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
PLANTAGENET
Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
Whiles 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,
Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
PLANTAGENET
Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
I scorn and fashion, peevish boy.
SUFFOLK
Turn not scorns this way, Plantagenet.
PLANTAGENET
Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and .
SUFFOLK
I’ll turn my part thereof into throat.
SOMERSET
Away, away, good William de la Pole!
We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
WARWICK
Now, by God’s will, 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?
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
On any plot of ground in Christendom.
Was not father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
For treason executed in our late king’s days?
And, by his treason, stand’st not attainted,
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
His trespass yet lives guilty in blood;
And, till be restored, art a yeoman.
PLANTAGENET
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 ripen’d 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.
SOMERSET
Ah, find us ready for still;
And know us by these colours for foes,
For these my friends in spite of shall wear.
PLANTAGENET
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.
SUFFOLK
Go forward, and be chok’d with ambition!
And so farewell until I meet next.
SOMERSET
Have with , Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.
PLANTAGENET
How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
WARWICK
This blot that they object against your house
Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
Call’d for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
And if be not then created York,
I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Meantime, in signal of my love to ,
Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
Will I upon 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.
PLANTAGENET
Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
VERNON
In your behalf still will I wear the same.
LAWYER
And so will I.
PLANTAGENET
Thanks, gentlemen.
Come, let us four to dinner. I dare say
This quarrel will drink blood another day.