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

Edward the third.
King. Readeore the line againe,
Lo: More faire and chast,
King: I did not bid thee talke of chastitie,
505To ransack so the treason of her minde,
For I had rather haue her chased then chast,
Out with the moone line, I wil none of it,
And let me haue hir likened to the sun,
Say shee hath thrice more splendour then the sun,
510That her perfections emulats the sunne,
That shee breeds sweets as plenteous as the sunne,
That shee doth thaw cold winter like the sunne,
That she doth cheere fresh sommer like the sunne,
That shee doth dazle gazers like the sunne,
515And in this application to the sunne,
Bid her be free and generall as the sunne,
Who smiles vpon the basest weed that growes,
As louinglie as on the fragrant rose,
Lets see what followes that same moonelight line,
520Lo: More faire and chast then is the louer of shades,
More bould in constancie.
King: In constancie then who,
Lo: Then Iudith was,
King: O monstrous line, put in the next a sword
525And I shall woo her to cut of my head
Blot, blot, good Lodwicke let vsheare the next.
Lo: Theres all that yet is donne.
King: I thancke thee then thou hast don litle ill,
But what is don is passing passing ill,
530No let the Captaine talke of boystrous warr,
The prisoner of emured darke constraint,
The sick man best sets downe the pangs of death,
The man that starues the sweetnes of a feast,
The frozen soule the benefite of fire,
535And euery griefe his happie opposite,
Loue cannot sound well but in louers toungs,
Giue me the pen and paper I will write,