tender years, and let us not forego That for a trifle that was bought with blood 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: As well they may upbraid me with my crown, Because, forsooth, the king of Scots
is crown'd. But your discretions better can persuade Than I am able to instruct or teach: And therefore,
as we hither came in peace, 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; 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; From thence to England; where I hope ere long To be presented, by your victories, With
Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.
Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER and VERNON WARWICK
My Lord of York, I promise you, the king Prettily, methought, did play the orator. YORK
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. YORK
An if I wist he did, but let it rest; Other affairs must now be managed.
Exeunt all but EXETER EXETER
Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice; For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, I fear we
should have seen decipher'd there More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils, Than yet can be
imagined or supposed. But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees This jarring discord of nobility, This shouldering
of each other in the court, This factious bandying of their favourites, But that it doth presage some ill event. 'Tis
much when sceptres are in children's hands; But more when envy breeds unkind division; There comes
the rain, there begins confusion.
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