Plan.
Great Lords and Gentlemen, what means this silence?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

Suf.
Within the Temple-hall we were too loud,
The garden here is more convenient.

Plan.
Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth;
And was not wrangling Somerset in th' error?^{6 note}

Suf.
'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;
I never yet could frame my will to it,
And therefore frame the law unto my will.

Som.
Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then between us.

War.
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.

Plan.
Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance.
The truth appears so naked on my side,
That any pur-blind eye may find it out.

Som.
And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
So clear, so shining, and so evident,
That it will glimmer thro' a blind man's eye.

Plan.
Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loth 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,
^{7 note}

Som.
Let him that is no coward, and no flatterer,
But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.

War.
I love no ^{8 note}colours; and without all colour
Of base insinuating flattery,
I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.

Suf.
I pluck this red rose with young Somerset,
And say, withal, I think, he held the right.

Ver.
Stay, Lords and Gentlemen, and pluck no more,
'Till you conclude, that he, upon whose side
The fewest roses are crop'd from the tree,

Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

Som.
Good master Vernon, it is ^{9 note}well objected;
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

Plan.
And I.

Ver.
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.

Som.
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.

Ver.
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.

Som.
Well, well, come on; who else?

Lawyer.
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.

Plan.
Now, Somerset, where is your argument?

Som.
Here in my scabbard, meditating that
Shall dye your white rose to a bloody red.

Plan.
Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit our Roses;
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
The truth on our side.

Som.
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.

Plan.
Hath not thy Rose a canker, Somerset?

Som.
Hath not thy Rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

Plan.
Ay, sharp and piercing to maintain his truth;
Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falshood.

Som.
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.

Plan.
Now by this maiden blossom in my hand,
^{1 note}

Suf.
Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.

Plan.
Proud Pool, I will; and scorn both him and thee.

Suf.
I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.

Som.
Away, away, good William de la Pool!
We grace the Yeoman by conversing with him.

War.
Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset,
His grandfather was Lyonel Duke of Clarence,
Third son to the third Edward King of England;
Spring ^{2 note}crestless Yeomen from so deep a root?

Plan.
^{3 note}He bears him on the place's privilege,
Or durst not for his craven heart say thus.

Som.
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 headed in our late King's days?
And by his treason stand'st not thou attainted,
^{4 note}Corrupted and exempt from ancient gentry?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
And, till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman.

Plan.
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 Pool, and you yourself,
I'll note you in my book of memory,
^{5 note}To scourge you^{6 note} for this apprehension;
Look to it well, and say, you are well warn'd.

Som.
Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still,
And know us by these colours for thy foes;
For these my friends, in spight of thee, shall wear.

Plan.
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.

Suf.
Go forward, and be choak'd with thy ambition:
And so farewel, until I meet thee next. [Exit.

Som.
Have with thee, Pool: farewel, ambitious Richard. [Exit.

Plan.
How I am brav'd, and must perforce endure it!

War.
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 Glo'ster,
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 Pool,
Will I upon thy party wear this rose.
And here I prophesy; this brawl to day,
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.

Plan.
Good master Vernon, I am bound to you;
That you on my behalf would pluck a flow'r.

Ver.
In your behalf still will I wear the same.

Lawyer.
And so will I.

Plan.
Thanks, gentle Sir.
Come, let us four to dinner; I dare say,
This quarrel will drink blood another day. [Exeunt.

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