# Result number

Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 4]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

947

Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
Let him that is a true-born gentleman
And stands upon the honour of his birth,
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.

2

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 4]

Earl of Warwick

956

I love no colours, and without all colour
Of base insinuating flattery
I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.

3

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 4]

Vernon

969

Then for the truth and plainness of the case.
I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

4

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 4]

Duke/Earl of Somerset

972

Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
And fall on my side so, against your will.

5

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 4]

Lawyer

979

Unless my study and my books be false,
The argument you held was wrong in you:
[To SOMERSET]
In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.

6

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 4]

Duke/Earl of Somerset

985

Here in my scabbard, meditating that
Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.

7

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 4]

Earl of Warwick

1053

This blot that they object against your house
Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
And if thou be not then created York,
I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
Shall send between the red rose and the white
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.