1    Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
2    Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

3    Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
4    The garden here is more convenient.

5    Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
6    Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?

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

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

11   Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
12   Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
13   Between two blades, which bears the better temper:
14   Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
15   Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
16   I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
17   But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
18   Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.

19   Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
20   The truth appears so naked on my side
21   That any purblind eye may find it out.

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

25   Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
26   In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
27   Let him that is a true-born gentleman
28   And stands upon the honour of his birth,
29   If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
30   From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.

31   Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
32   But dare maintain the party of the truth,
33   Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.

34   I love no colours, and without all colour
35   Of base insinuating flattery
36   I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.

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

39   Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
40   Till you conclude that he upon whose side
41   The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
42   Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

43   Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
44   If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

45   And I.

46   Then for the truth and plainness of the case.
47   I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
48   Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

49   Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
50   Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
51   And fall on my side so, against your will.

52   If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,
53   Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
54   And keep me on the side where still I am.

55   Well, well, come on: who else?

56   Unless my study and my books be false,
57   The argument you held was wrong in you:
To SOMERSET
58   In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.

59   Now, Somerset, where is your argument?

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

62   Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
63   For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
64   The truth on our side.

65   No, Plantagenet,
66   'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
67   Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
68   And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.

69   Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?

70   Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

71   Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
72   Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.

73   Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
74   That shall maintain what I have said is true,
75   Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.

76   Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
77   I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.

78   Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.

79   Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.

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

81   Away, away, good William de la Pole!
82   We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.

83   Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;
84   His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
85   Third son to the third Edward King of England:
86   Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?

87   He bears him on the place's privilege,
88   Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.

89   By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
90   On any plot of ground in Christendom.
91   Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
92   For treason executed in our late king's days?
93   And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
94   Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
95   His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
96   And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.

97   My father was attached, not attainted,
98   Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
99   And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
100  Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
101  For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
102  I'll note you in my book of memory,
103  To scourge you for this apprehension:
104  Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.

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

108  And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
109  As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
110  Will I for ever and my faction wear,
111  Until it wither with me to my grave
112  Or flourish to the height of my degree.

113  Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
114  And so farewell until I meet thee next.

115  Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.

116  How I am braved and must perforce endure it!

117  This blot that they object against your house
118  Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
119  Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
120  And if thou be not then created York,
121  I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
122  Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
123  Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
124  Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
125  And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
126  Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
127  Shall send between the red rose and the white
128  A thousand souls to death and deadly night.

129  Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
130  That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.

131  In your behalf still will I wear the same.

132  And so will I.

133  Thanks, gentle sir.
134  Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
135  This quarrel will drink blood another day.