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


Edward the third.
And Charles de Mounford regent of that place,
2455Presents your highnes with this Coronet,
Protesting true allegeaunce to your Grace.
Ki: We thanke thee for thy seruice valient Earle
Challenge our fauour for we owe it thee:
Sa: But now my Lord, as this is ioyful newes,
2460So must my voice be tragicall againe,
and I sust sing of dolefull accidents,
Ki: What haue our men the ouerthrow at Poitiers,
Or is our sonne best with too much odds?
Sa. He was my Lord, and as my worthltsse selfe,
2465With fortie other seruicable knights,
Vndersafe conduct of the Dolphins seale,
Did trauaile that way, finding him distrest,
A troupe of Launces met vs on the way,
Surprisd and brought vs prisoners to the king,
2470Who proud of this, and eager of reuenge,
Commanded straight to cut of all our heads,
And surely we had died but that the Duke,
More full of honor then his angry syre,
Procurd our quicke deliuerance form thence,
2475But ere we went, salute your king, quothe hee,
Bid him prouide a funerall for his sonne,
To day our sword shall cut his thread of life,
And sooner then he thinkes wele be with him:
To quittance those displeasures he hath done,
2480This said, we past, not daring to reply,
Our harts were dead, our lookes diffusd and wan,
Wandring at last we clymd vnto a hill,
From whence although our griefe were much be-
Yet now to see the occasion with our eies,
2485Did thrice so much increase our heauines,
For there my Lord, oh there we did descry
Downe in a vallie how both armies laie:
The French had cast their trenches like a ring,
And euery Barracados openn front,
2490Was thicke imbost with brasen ordynaunce.
K
Heere