Internet Shakespeare Editions

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

The Raigne of king
Enter sixe poore Frenchmen.
Der. The promised aid that made them stand aloofe,
Is now retirde and gone an other way:
1750It will repent them of their stubborne will,
But what are these poore ragged slaues my Lord?
Ki: Edw: Aske what they are, it seemes they come from
Der. You wretched patterns of dispayre and woe,
1755What are you liuing men, er glyding ghosts,
Crept from your graues to walke vpon the earth,
Poore: No ghosts my Lord, but men that breath a life,
Farre worse then is the quiet sleepe of death:
Wee are distressed poore inhabitants,
1760That long haue been deseased, sicke and lame;
And now because we are not fit to serue,
The Captayne of the towne hath thrust vs foorth,
That so expence of victuals may be saued.
K. Ed. A charitable deed no doubt, and worthy praise:
1765But how do you imagine then to speed?
We are your enemies in such a case,
We can no lesse but put ye to the sword,
Since when we proffered truce, it was refusde,
So: And if your grace no otherwise vouchsafe,
1770As welcome death is vnto vs as life.
Ki: Poore silly men, much wrongd, and more distrest,
Go Derby go, and see they be relieud,
Command that victuals be appoynted them,
And giue to euery one fiue Crownes a peece:
1775The Lion scornes to touch the yeelding pray,
And Edwards sword must fresh it selfe in such,
As wilfull stubbornnes hath made peruerse.
Enter Lord Pearsie.
Ki: Lord Persie welcome: whats the newes in England:
1780Per: The Queene my Lord comes heere to your Grace,
And from hir highnesse, and the Lord vicegerent,