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

Edward the third.
As if her cheekes by some inchaunted power,
Attracted had the cherie blood from his,
Anone with reuerent feare, when she grewpale,
360His cheeke put on their scarlet ornaments,
But no more like her oryent all red,
Then Bricke to Corrall,or liue things to dead,
Why did he then thus counterfeit her lookes,
If she did blush twas tender modest shame,
365Beingin the sacred present of a King.
If he did blush, twas red immodest shame,
To waile his eyes amisse being a king;
If she lookt pale, twas silly womans feare,
To beare her selfe in presence of a king:
370If he lookt pale, it was with guiltie feare,
To dote a misse being a mighty king,
Then Scottish warres farewell, I feare twill prooue
A lingring English seege of peeuish loue,
Here comes his highnes walking all alone.
Enter King Edward.
King: Shee is growne more fairer far since I came thither,
Her voice more siluer euery word then other,
Her wit more fluent, what a strange discourse,
Vnfolded she of Dauid and his Scots:
380Euen thus quoth she, he spake, and then spoke broad,
With epithites and accents of the Scot:
But somewhat better then the Scot could speake,
And thus quoth she, and answered then herselfe,
For who could speake like her but she herselfe:
385Breathes from the wall, an Angels note from Heauen:
Of sweete defiance to her barbarous foes,
When she would talke of peace me thinkes her tong,
Commanded war to prison: when of war,
It wakened Cæsar from his Romane graue,
390To heare warre beautified by her discourse,
Wisedome is foolishnes, but in her tongue,
Beauty a slander but in her faire face,
There is no summer, but in her cheerefull lookes,