one of the Inns of Court-the Gardens of the Temple-where we overhear a dispute between Richard Plantagenet and the Earl of Somerset-representing the future rival Houses of York and Lancaster. This paltry altercation led to the disastrous Wars of the Roses; which, for thirty years, impoverished and decimated the people of England, antagonized her soldiers and her peaceful citizens, almost annihilated her ancient nobility, and sacrificed eighty Princes of the rival royal families. "What great events from little causes spring!" The subject of the original dispute--which soon centralized into a personal quarrel-appears to have been-Whether the son of a father found guilty of high treason, was legally justified in claiming his father's personal title of nobility? The Scene is the Temple Garden in London. Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and Warwick; Richard Plantagenet and Vernon. Plantagenet speaks: Plan. . . . Great lords and gentlemen, what means this 'silence? Dare no man answer, in a case of 'truth? Suf. Within the Temple-' Hall we were too loud; Plan. Then, Suffolk, say if I 'maintained the truth? And never yet could frame my will to it; And, therefore, frame the 'law unto my will. Som. Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us. The Yorkest Plantagenet resumes: Plan. Tut, tut! here is a 'mannerly forbearance! If he suppose that 'I have pleaded 'truth, Şom. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, Warwick again speaks: War. 'I love no colours; and-without all colour * Subtleties. + Sigus, indications. + Cause, side. Of base insinuating flattery I pluck this 'white rose, with Plantagenet. Ver. Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more, Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case, Somerset bitterly retorts: Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off; And 'keep me on the side where still I am. All advance to choose their roses-the majority white ones, which are waved in triumph. Richard Plantagenet says: Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your 'argument? Som. Here, in my 'scabbard! meditating that Shall dye your 'white rose in a 'bloody red. Plan. Meantime, your 'cheeks do counterfeit 'our roses; For 'pale they look with fear-as witnessing The truth on 'our side. Som. No, Plantagenet, 'T is not for 'fear, but 'anger,—that 'thy cheeks Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, Suf. Turn not thy scorn 'this way, Plantagenet. Plan. Proud Poole, I 'will! and scorn both him and 'thee. Suf. I'll turn 'my part thereof into thy 'throat! We 'grace the yeoman by 'conversing with him. Or 'durst not, for his craven heart, say thus! Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge, To 'scourge you for this apprehension !‡ Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still; Suf. Go forward, and be choked with thy ambition! Richard. [Exit. ambitious [Exit. Somerset goes away, followed by Suffolk, and the Partisans of the Red Rose. Warwick says to Plantagenet : War. This blot, that they object against your House, [Exeunt. In this Parliament (assembled not in London, but at Leicester) the young King, a boy only in his fifth year, presided. * Right of sanctuary-where swords should not be drawn. +Accused. Opinion. As it is impossible for the theatre to provide a suitable representative for every stage of the King's adolescence (and as his reign extended over nearly fifty years,) our readers must, in mercantile language, "strike an average," and picture his present ideal representative as a young man-mild, inoffensive, and religious ; adorning the sceptre, rather than wielding it. In this great assembly, the angry feelings that had existed between Duke Humphrey of Gloster and the Bishop of Winchester are openly manifested.-Humphrey of Gloster,-popularly known as the " good" Duke Humphrey, on account of his mild exercise of royal authority,-is Regent of England. His open, but unguarded temper has hitherto been sorely tested by the arrogant Henry Beaufort, Bishop of Winchester-one of the legitimated children of old John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster. It had been vainly thought by his royal relatives, that his obscure birth and religious profession would be sufficient obstacles to a high political career. In the midst of public business, Gloster offers to present a Bill for consideration: the Bishop angrily snatches it from him and tears it to pieces. Win. Com'st thou, with deep-premediated lines, Glo. Presumptuous priest! Think not, although in writing I preferred* Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, Glo. Thou bastard of my grandfather! Win. Unreverent Gloster! *Brought forward. † Word for word. To protect by authority. Glo. 'Thou art reverent, Touching thy 'spiritual function,-not thy 'life. Win. 'Rome shall remedy this. War. Roam 'thither, then. The young King interposes: To 'slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. Glo. Compassion on the King 'commands me stoop: Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand... King.... Fie, Uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach And will not you 'maintain the thing you teach? So help me Heaven, as I dissemble not. Win. [Aside.] So help 'me Heaven, as I 'intend it not! How joyful am I made by this accord ?* A hollow reconciliation being thus effected, Warwick, with Salisbury and Richard Plantagenet, advances-bearing a petition that the claim of the latter to the dukedom of York may be established. Warwick says: War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign, Which, in the right of Richard Plantagenet, We do exhibit to your majesty. Glo. Well urged, my lord of Warwick;-for, sweet prince, I gird thee with the valiant sword of York: |