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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Sonia Massai
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Edward III (Quarto 1, 1596)


Enter King Edward, Derby, Prince Edward, Audely
and Artoys.
King.
5RObert of Artoys banish't though thou be,
From Fraunce thy natiue Country, yet with vs,
Thou shalt retayne as great a Seigniorie:
For we create thee Earle of Richmond heere,
And now goe forwards with our pedegree,
10Who next succeeded Phillip of Bew,
Ar. Three sonnes of his, which all successefully,
Did sit vpon theirfathers regall Throne:
Yet dyed and left no issue of their loynes:
King: But was my mother sister vnto those:
15Art: Shee was my Lord, and onely Issabel,
Was all the daughters that this Phillip had,
Whome afterward your father tooke to wife:
And from the fragrant garden of her wombe,
Your gratious selfe the flower of Europes hope:
20Deriued is inheritor to Fraunce.
But not the rancor of rebellious mindes:
When thus the lynage of Bew was out;
The French obscurd your mothers Priuiledge,
And though she were the next of blood, proclaymed
25Iohn of the house of Valoys now their king:
The reason was, they say the Realme of Fraunce,
Repleat with Princes of great parentage,
Ought not admit a gouernor to rule,
Except he be discended of the male,
30And thats the speciall ground of their contempt:
Wherewith they study to exclude your grace;
But they shall finde that forged ground of theirs,
To be but dusty heapes, of brittile sande.
Art: Perhaps it will be thought a heynous thing,
35That I a French man should discouer this,
But heauen I call to recorde of my vowes,
It is not hate nor any priuat wronge,
But loue vnto my country and the right,
Prouokes my tongue thus lauish in report.
40You are the lyneal watch men of our peace,
And Iohn of Valoys, in directly climbes,
What then should subiects but imbrace their King,
Ah where in may our duety more be seene,
Then stryuing to rebate a tyrants pride,
45And place the true shepheard of our comonwealth,
King: This counsayle Artoyes like to fruictfull shewers,
Hath added growth vnto my dignitye,
And by the fiery vigor of thy words,
Hot courage is engendred in my brest,
50Which heretofore was rakt in ignorance,
But nowe doth mount with golden winges of fame,
And will approue faire Issabells discent,
Able to yoak their stubburne necks with steele,
That spurne against my souereignety in France. sound a horne
55A messenger, Lord Awdley know from whence,
Enter a messenger Lorragne,
Aud: The Duke of Lorrayne, hauing crost the seas,
In treates he may haue conference with your highnes.
King: Admit him Lords, that we may heare the newes.
60Say Duke of Lorrayne wherefore art thou come.
Lor: The most renowned prince K. Iohn of France,
Doth greete thee Edward, and by me commandes,
That for so much as by his liberall gift,
The Guyen Dukedome is entayld to thee,
65Thou do him lowly homage for the same.
And for that purpose here I somon thee,
Repaire to France within these forty daies,
That there according as the coustome is.
Thou mayst be sworne true liegeman to our King,
70Or else thy title in that prouince dyes,
And hee him self will repossesse the place.
K. Ed: See how occasion laughes me in the face,
No sooner minded to prepare for France,
But straight I am inuited, nay with threats,
75Vppon a penaltie inioynd to come:
Twere but a childish part to say him nay,
Lorrayne returne this answere to thy Lord,
I meane to visit him as he requests,
But how? not seruilely disposd to bend,
80But like a conquerer to make him bowe,
His lame vnpolisht shifts are come to light,
And trueth hath puld the visard from his face,
That sett a glasse vpon his arrogannce,
Dare he commaund a fealty in mee,
85Tell him the Crowne that hee vsurpes, is myne,
And where he sets his foote he ought to knele,
Tis not a petty Dukedome that I claime,
But all the whole Dominions, of the Realme,
Which if with grudging he refuse to yeld,
90Ile take away those borrowed plumes of his,
And send him naked to the wildernes.
Lor: Then Edward here in spight of all thy Lords,
I doe pronounce defyaunce to thy face.
Pri: Defiance French man we rebound it backe,
95Euen to the bottom of thy masters throat,
And be it spoke with reuerence of the King,
My gratious father and these other Lordes,
I hold thy message but as scurrylous,
And him that sent thee like the lazy droane,
100Crept vp by stelth vnto the Eagles nest,
From whence wele shake him with so rough a storme,
As others shalbe warned by his harme,
War: Byd him leaue of the Lyons case he weares,
Least meeting with the Lyon in the feeld,
105He chaunce to teare him peecemeale for his pride.
Art: The soundest counsell I can giue his grace,
Is to surrender ere he be constraynd.
A voluntarie mischiefe hath lesse scorne,
Then when reproch with violence is borne,
110Lor. Regenerate Traytor, viper to the place,
Where thou was fostred in thine infancy:
Bearest thou a part in this conspiracy?
He drawes his Sword.
K. Ed. Lorraine behold the sharpnes of this steele:
115Feruent desire that sits against my heart,
Is farre more thornie pricking than this blade.
That with the nightingale I shall be scard:
As oft as I dispose my selfe to rest,
Vntill my collours be displaide in Fraunce:
120This is thy finall Answere, so be gone.
Lor. It is not that nor any English braue,
Afflicts me so, as doth his poysoned view,
That is most false, should most of all be true.
K. Ed. Now Lord our fleeting Barke is vnder sayle:
125Our gage is throwne, and warre is soone begun,
But not so quickely brought vnto an end.
Enter Mountague.
Moun. But wherefore comes Sir william Mountague?
How stands the league betweene the Scot and vs?
130Mo. Crackt and disseuered my renowned Lord:
The treacherous King no sooner was informde,
Of your with drawing of your army backe:
But straight forgetting of his former othe,
He made inuasion on the bordering Townes:
135Barwicke is woon, Newcastle spoyld and lost,
And now the tyrant hath beguirt with seege,
The Castle of Rocksborough, where inclosd,
The Countes Salsbury is like to perish:
King. That is thy daughter Warwicke is it not?
140Whose husband hath in Brittayne serud so long,
About the planting of Lord Mouneford there?
VVar. It is my Lord.
Ki: Ignoble Dauid hast thou none to greeue,
But silly Ladies with thy threatning armes:
145But I will make you shrinke your snailie hornes,
First therefore Audley this shalbe thy charge,
Go leuie footemen for our warres in Fraunce;
And Ned take muster of our men at armes,
In euery shire elect a seuerall band,
150Let them be Souldiers of a lustie spirite,
Such as dread nothing but dishonors blot,
Be warie therefore since we do comence,
A famous Warre, and with so mighty a nation:
Derby be thou Embassador for vs,
155Vnto our Father in Law the Earle of Henalt:
Make him acquainted with our enterprise,
And likewise will him with our owne allies,
That are in Flaundsrs, to solicite to,
The Emperour of Almaigne in our name:
160Myselfe whilst you are ioyntly thus employd,
Will with these forces that I haue at hand,
March, and once more repulse the trayterous Scot:
But Sirs be resolute, we shal haue warres
On euery side, and Ned, thou must begin,
165Now to forget thy study and thy bookes,
And vre thy shoulders to an Armors weight.
Pr. As cheereful sounding to my youthfull spleene,
This tumult is of warres increasing broyles,
As at the Coronation of a king,
170The ioyfull clamours of the people are,
When Aue Cæsar they pronounce alowd;
Within this schoole of honor I shal learne,
Either to sacrifice my foes to death,
Or in a rightfull quarrel spend my breath,
175Then cheerefully forward ech a seuerall way,
In great affaires tis nought to vse delay.
Exunt.