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


The Raigne of
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.
Ignoble