Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William / Nashe, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 486 words
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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. judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then between us. 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 merryest 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. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: The truth appears so naked on my side, That any purblind eye may find it out. And on my side it is so well apparelled, So clear, so shining, and so evident, That it will glimmer through a blindman's eye. Since you are tongue-tied, and so loath to speak, In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: Let him that is a trueborn Gentleman, And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, From off this Briar pluck a white Rose with me. 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. I love no Colours: and without all colour Of base insinuating flattery, I pluck this white Rose with Plantagenet. I pluck this red Rose, with young Somerset, And say withal, I think he held the right. Stay Lords and Gentlemen, and pluck no more Till you conclude, that he upon whose side The fewest Roses are cropped from the Tree, Shall yield the other in the right opinion. Good Master Vernon, it is well objected: If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. And I. 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. 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. 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. Well, well, come on, who else? Unless my Study and my Books be false, The argument you held, was wrong in you; In sign whereof, I pluck a white Rose too. Now Somerset, where is your argument? Here in my Scabbard, meditating, that Shall dye your white Rose in a bloody red. Mean time your cheeks do counterfeit our Roses: For pale they look with fear, as witnessing The truth on our side. No Plantagenet: 'Tis not for scare, but anger, that thy cheeks Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our Roses, And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
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Faith I haue beene a Traunt in the Law, And neuer yet could frame my will to it, And therefore frame the Law vnto my will. Iudge you, my Lord of Warwicke, then betweene vs. Between two Hawks, which flyes the higher pitch, Between two Dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Between two Blades, which beares the better temper, Between two Horſes, which doth beare him beſt, Between two Girles, which hath the merryeſt eye, I haue perhaps ſome ſhallow ſpirit of Judgement: But in theſe nice ſharpe Quillets of the Law, Good faith I am no wiſer then a Daw. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: The truth appeares ſo naked on my ſide, That any purblind eye may find it out. And on my ſide it is ſo well apparrell'd, So cleare, ſo ſhining, and ſo euident, That it will glimmer through a blind-mans eye. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and ſo loth to ſpeake, In dumbe ſignificants proclayme your thoughts: Let him that is a true-borne Gentleman, And ſtands vpon the honor of his birth, If he ſuppoſe that I haue pleaded truth, From off this Bryer pluck a white Roſe with me. Let him that is no Coward, nor no Flatterer, But dare maintaine the partie of the truth, Pluck a red Roſe from off this Thorne with me. I loue no Colours: and without all colour Of baſe inſinuating flatterie, I pluck this white Roſe with Plantagenet. I pluck this red Roſe, with young Somerſet, And ſay withall, I thinke he held the right. Stay Lords and Gentlemen, and pluck no more Till you conclude, that he vpon whoſe ſide The feweſt Roſes are cropt from the Tree, Shall yeeld the other in the right opinion. Good Maſter Vernon, it is well obiected: If I haue feweſt, I ſubſcribe in ſilence. And I. Then for the truth, and plainneſſe of the Caſe, I pluck this pale and Maiden Bloſſome here, Giuing my Verdict on the white Roſe ſide. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off, Leaſt bleeding, you doe paint the white Roſe red, And fall on my ſide ſo againſt your will. If I, my Lord, for my opinion bleed, Opinion ſhall be Surgeon to my hurt, And keepe me on the ſide where ſtill I am. Well, well, come on, who elſe? Vnleſſe my Studie and my Bookes be falſe, The argument you held, was wrong in you; In ſigne whereof, I pluck a white Roſe too. Now Somerſet, where is your argument? Here in my Scabbard, meditating, that Shall dye your white Roſe in a bloody red. Meane time your cheeks do counterfeit our Roſes: For pale they looke with feare, as witneſſing The truth on our ſide. No Plantagenet: 'Tis not for ſcare, but anger, that thy cheekes Bluſh for pure ſhame, to counterfeit our Roſes, And yet thy tongue will not confeſſe thy error.