Call’d for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
And if thou be not then created York,
120 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,
125 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.