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

Edward the third.
More in the clustering throng are prest to death,
Then by the ennimie a thousand fold.
1570K. Io: O haplesse fortune, let vs yet assay,
If we can counsell some of them to stay.
Enter King Edward and Audley.
Ki, E: Lord Audley, whiles our sonne is in the chase,
With draw our powers vnto this little hill,
1575And heere a season let vs breath our selues,
Au. I will my Lord.
Exit, sound Retreat.
K. Ed. Iust dooming heauen, whose secret prouidence,
To our grosse iudgement is inscrutable,
How are we bound to praise thy wondrous works,
1580That hast this day giuen way vnto the right,
And made the wicked stumble at them selues.
Enter Artoys.
Rescue king Edward, rescue, for thy sonne,
Kin: Rescue Artoys, what is he prisoner?
1585Or by violence fell beside his horse.
Ar. Neither my Lord, but narrowly beset,
With turning Frenchmen, whom he did persue,
As tis impossible that he should scape.
Except your highnes presently descend.
1590Kin: Tut let him fight, we gaue him armes to day,
And he is laboring for a knighthood man.
Enter Derby.
Da: The Prince my Lord, the Prince, oh succour him,
Hees close incompast with a world of odds.
1595Ki: Then will he win a world of honor to,
If he by vallour can redeeme him thence,
If not, what remedy, we haue more sonnes,
Then one to comfort our declyning age.
Enter Audley.
1600Au, Renowned Edward, giue me leaue I pray,
To lead my souldiers where I may releeue,
Your Graces sonne, in danger to be slayne,
The snares of French, like Emmets on a banke,