Page 256 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

My tender years, and let us not forgo
That for a trifle that was bought with blood! [150]
Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
I see no reason, if I wear this rose,

[putting on a red rose]
That any one should therefore be suspicious
I more incline to Somerset than York:
Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both. [155]
As well they may upbraid me with my crown
Because, forsooth, the King of Scots is crowned.
But your discretions better can persuade
Than I am able to instruct or teach;
And therefore, as we hither came in peace, [160]
So let us still continue peace and love.
Cousin of York, we institute your grace
To be our regent in these parts of France;
And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot; [165]
And like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
Go cheerfully together and digest
Your angry choler on your enemies.
Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest,
After some respite will return to Calais; [170]
From thence to England, where I hope ere long
To be presented, by your victories,
With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout.

[Flourish.] Exeunt [all but] York, Warwick, Exeter, Vernon.

WARWICK

My Lord of York, I promise you the king
Prettily, methought, did play the orator. [175]

Y ORK

And so he did, but yet I like it not
In that he wears the badge of Somerset.

WARWICK

Tush, that was but his fancy; blame him not:
I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.

Y ORK