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


The Raigne of King
Wee leaue till thou hast won it in the fielde,
My gratious father and yee forwarde peeres,
This honor you haue done me animates,
1535And chears my greene yet scarse appearing strength,
With comfortable good persaging signes,
No other wise then did ould Iacobes wordes,
When as he breathed his blessings on his sonnes,
These hallowed giftes of yours when I prophane,
1540Or vse them not to glory of my God,
To patronage the fatherles and poore,
Or for the benefite of Englands peace,
Be numbe my ioynts, waxe feeble both mine armes,
Wither my hart that like a saples tree,
1545I may remayne the map of infamy,
K. Ed: Then this our steelde Battailes shall be rainged,
The leading of the vowarde Ned is thyne,
To dignifie whose lusty spirit the more
We temper it with Audlys grauitie,
1550That courage and experience ioynd in one,
Your manage may be second vnto none,
For the mayne battells I will guide my selfe,
And Darby in the rereward march behind,
That orderly disposd and set in ray,
1555Let vs to horse and God graunt vs the daye.
Exeunt:
Alarum. Enter a many French men flying.
After them Prince Edwardruning.
Then enter King Iohn and Duke of Loraine.
Iohn. Oh Lorrain say, what meane our men to fly,
1560Our nomber is far greater then our foes,
Lor. The garrison of Genoaes my Lorde,
That cam from Paris weary with their march,
Grudging to be soddenly imployd,
No sooner in the forefront tooke their place.
1565But straite retyring so dismaide the rest,
As likewise they betook themselues to flight
In which for hast to make a safe escape,
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