4 NATURAL HISTORY OF SHAKESPEARE. 
Somerset. Well, well, come on; who else ? 
Lawyer (to Somerset ). 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. 
Plantagenet. Now, Somerset, where is your argu¬ 
ment ? 
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, 
’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. 
Plantagenet. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ? 
Somerset. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet ? 
Plantagenet. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain 
his truth; 
Whiles thy 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 thee and thy faction, peevish boy. 
Warwick. Meantime, in signal of my love to thee, 
. Will I upon thy party wear this rose ; 
And here I prophesy,—This brawl to-day, 
Grown to this faction in the Temple garden, 
