Som. Here in my fcabbard, meditating that Shall dye your white rofe to a bloody red. Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit our For pale they look with fear, as witneffing Som. No, Plantagenet, 'Tis not for fear, but anger, that thy cheeks Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding Rofes, Plan. Now by this maiden bloffom in my hand, I fcorn thee and thy Faction, peevish boy. (13) Suf. Turn not thy fcorns this way, Plantagenet. Plan. Proud Pool, I will; and fcorn 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 converfing with him. War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'ft him, Somerfet. His grandfather was Lyonel Duke of Clarence, Third fon to the third Edward King of England: Spring crestless Yeomen from fo deep a root? (13) I fcorn thee and thy paffion, peevish boy.] The old Copies read, Fabion which the Epithet peevish, I prefume, induc'd Mr. Pope to change into Paffion. But I dare fay, I have reftor'd the true Word, Faction: i. e. I.fcorn thee, and those that uphold thee. Somerset had faid but just before, Well, I'll find Friends to wear my bleeding Rofes. And Plantagenet lays a little after; this pale and angry Rose Will I for ever and Faction wear; my Befides, if Faction were not the true Reading, why fhould Suffolk immediately reply, Turn not thy Scorns this way, Plantagenet ? Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege, Or durft not for his craven heart fay thus. Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my words On any plot of ground in Chriftendom." Was not thy father, Richard, Earl of Cambridge, P Som. Ah, thou fhalt find us ready for thee ftill, Or flourish to the height of my degree. Suf. Go forward, and be choak'd with thy ambition: And fo farewel, until I meet thee next. [Exit. Som. Have with thee, Pool farewel, ambitious Rickard.: [Exit. Plan. How I am brav'd, and muft perforce endure it ! War. This blot, that they object against your house, Shall be wip'd out in the next Parliament, (14) To Scourge you for this Apprehenfion.] Tho' this Word poffeffes all the Copies, I am perfwaded, it did not come from the Author. I have ventur'd to read, Reprehenfion and Plantagenet means, that Somerfet had reprehended or reproach'd him with his Father the Earl of Cambridge's Treafon. Call'd Call'd for the truce of Winchefter and Gloucefter: Plan. Good mafter Vernon, I am bound to you; Plan. Thanks, gentle Sir. Come, let us four to dinner; I dare fay, Mor. SCENE, a Prison. Exeunt. Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair, and jailors. K IND keepers of my weak decaying age, (15) Let dying Mortimer here reft himself. Ev'n like a man new haled from the rack, So fare my limbs with long imprisonment: (15) This Edmund Mortimer, when K. Richard II. fet out upon his fatal Irish Expedition, was declared by that Prince Heir Apparent to the Crown: for which Reason K. Henry IV. and V. took Care to keep him in Prison during their whole Reigns. Mortimer's Pretenfions to the Crown, by Defcent, in Right of his Mother, stood thus. And thefe grey locks, the pursuivants of death, Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer. Thefe eyes, like lamps whose wafting oil is spent, Weak shoulders over-born with burthening grief, But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? But now the arbitrator of despairs, Juft death, kind umpire of men's miferies, Enter Richard Plantagenet. Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is come. Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, Oh, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks; And now declare, fweet ftem from York's great stock, Why didst thou fay, of late thou wert defpis'd? Plan. Plan. First, lean thine aged back against mine arm, Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me: And for alliance fake, declare the caufe Mor. This caufe, fair nephew, that imprifon'd me Plant Discover more at large what caufe that was, Mor. I will, if that my fading breath permit ; Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne. I was the next by birth and parentage: From Lyonel Duke of Clarence, the third fon After |