King Henry’s peers and chief nobility
Destroy’d themselves, and lost the realm of France!
O, think upon the conquest of my father,
My tender years, and let us not forego
[150] 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:
155 Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both: