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

Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege.
Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my
words
On any plot of ground in Christendom.
Was not thy father, Richard, Earl of Cambridge,
For treason executed in our late King's days ?
And by his treason stand'st not thou attainted.
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry ?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood ;
And, tm thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman.
Plan. My father was attached, not attainted,
Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor ;
And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
Were growing time once ripen'd to my wUl.
For your partaker Poole, and you yourself,
I'll note you in my book of memory.
To scourge you for this apprehension:
Look to it well, and say you are well warn'd.
Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still,



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And know us by these colours for thy foes ;
For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
Plan. And, by my soul, this pale arid angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate.
Will I for ever, and my faction, wear,
Until it wither with me to my grave.
Or flourish to the height of my degree.
Suf. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy am-
bition :
And so farewell, until I meet thee next. \^Exit..
Som. Have with thee, Poole. — Farewell, ambitious
Richard. \_Exit.
