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


1320
Enter King Edward and the Erle of Darby
With Souldiors, and Gobin de Graie.
Kin: Wheres the French man by whose cunning guide,
We found the shalow of this Riuer Sone,
And had direction how to passe the sea.
1325Go: Here my good Lord.
Kin: How art thou calde, tell me thy name.
Go: Gobin de Graie if please your excellence,
Kin: Then Gobin for the seruice thou hast done,
We here inlarge and giue thee liberty,
1330And for recompenc beside this good,
Thou shalt receiue fiue hundred markes in golde,
I know not how we should haue met our sonne,
Whom now in heart I wish I might behold.
Enter Artoyes.
1335Good newes my Lord the prince is hard at hand,
And with him comes Lord Awdley and the rest,
Whome since our landing we could neuer meet.
Enter Prince Edward, Lord Awdley and Souldiers.
K. E: Welcome faire Prince, how hast thou sped my sonne,
1340Since thy arriuall on the coaste of Fraunce?
Pr. Ed: Succesfullie I thanke the gratious heauens,
Some of their strongest Cities we haue wonne,
As Harslen, Lie, Crotag, and Carentigne,
And others wasted, leauing at our heeles,
1345A wide apparant feild and beaten path,
For sollitarines to progresse in,
Yet those that would submit we kindly pardned,
For who in scorne refused our poffered peace,
Indurde the penaltie of sharpe reuenge.
1350Ki. Ed: Ah Fraunce, why shouldest thou be this obstinate,
Agaynst the kind imbracement of thy friends,
How gently had we thought to touch thy brest,
And set our foot vpon thy tender mould,
But that in froward and disdainfull pride
1355Thou like a skittish and vntamed coult,
Dost start aside and strike vs with thy heeles,
But tel me Ned, in all thy warlike course,
Hast thou not seene the vsurping King of Fraunce.
Pri. Yes my good Lord, and not two owers ago,
1360With full a hundred thousand fighting men,
Vppon the one side with the riuers banke,
And on the other both his multitudes,
I feard he would haue cropt our smaller power,
But happily perceiuing your approch,
1365He hath with drawen himselfe to Cressey plaines,
Where as it seemeth by his good araie.
He meanes to byd vs battaile presently,
Kin. Ed: He shall be welcome thats the thing we craue.
Enter King Iohn, Dukes of Normanndy and Lorraine, King of
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Boheme, yong Phillip, and Souldiers.
Iohn. Edward know that Iohn the true king of Fraunce,
Musing thoushouldst incroach vppon his land,
And in thy tyranous proceeding slay,
His faithfull subiects, and subuert his Townes,
1375Spits in thy face, and in this manner folowing,
Obraids thee with thine arrogant intrusion,
First I condeme thee for a fugitiue,
A theeuish pyrate, and a needie mate,
One that hath either no abyding place,
1380Or else inhabiting some barraine soile,
Where neither hearb or fiutfull graine is had,
Doest altogether liue by pilfering,
Next, insomuch thou hast infringed thy faith,
Broke leage and solemnecouenant made with mee,
1385I hould theefor a false pernitious wretch,
And last of all, although I scorne to cope
With one such inferior to my selfe,
Yet in respect thy thirst is all for golde,
They labour ratherto be feared then loued,
1390To satisfie thy lust in either parte
Heere am I come and with me haue I brought,
Exceding store of treasure, perle, and coyne,
Leaue therfore now to persecute the weake,
And armed entring conflict with the armd,
1395Let it be seene mongest other pettie thefts,
How thou canst win this pillage manfully.
K: Ed: If gall or wormwood haue a pleasant tast,
Then is thy sallutation hony sweete,
But as the one hath no such propertie,
1400So is the other most satiricall:
Yet wot how I regarde thy worthles tants,
If thou haue vttred them to foile my fame,
Or dym the reputation of my birth,
Know that thy woluish barking cannot hurt,
1405If slylie to insinuate with the worlde,
And with a strumpets artifitiall line,
To painte thy vitious and deformed cause,
Bee well assured the counterfeit will fade,
And in the end thy fowle defects be seene,
1410But if thou didst it to prouoke me on,
As who should saie I were but timerous,
Or coldly negligent did need a spurre,
Bethinke thy selfe howe slacke I was at sea.
Now since my landing I haue wonn no townes,
1415Entered no further but vpon the coast,
And there haue euer since securelie slept,
But if I haue bin other wise imployd,
Imagin Valoyswhether I intende
Toskirmish, not for pillage but for the Crowne,
1420Which thou dost weare and that I vowe to haue,
Or one of vs shall fall in to this graue,
Pri Ed: Looke not for crosse inuectiues at our hands,
Or rayling execrations of despight,
Let creeping serpents hide in hollow banckes,
1425Sting with theyr tongues; we haue remorseles swordes,
And they shall pleade for vs and our affaires,
Yet thus much breefly by my fathers leaue,
As all the immodest poyson of thy throat,
Is scandalous and most notorious lyes,
1430And our pretended quarell is truly iust,
So end the battaile when we meet to daie,
May eyther of vs prosper and preuaile,
Or luckles curst, receue eternall shame.
Kin Ed: That needs no further question, and I knowe
1435His conscience witnesseth it is my right,
Therfore Valoys say, wilt thou yet resigne,
Before the sickles thrust into the Corne,
Or that inkindled fury, turne to flame:
Ioh: Edward I know what right thou hast in France,
1440And ere I basely will resigne my Crowne,
This Champion field shallbe a poole of bloode,
And all our prospect as a slaughter house,
Pr Ed: I that approues thee tyrant what thou art,
No father, king, or shepheard of thy realme,
1445But one that teares her entrailes with thy handes,
And like a thirstie tyger suckst her bloud.
Aud: You peeres of France, why do you follow him,
That is so prodigall to spend your liues?
Ch: Whom should they follow, aged impotent,
1450But he that is their true borne soueraigne?
Kin: Obraidst thou him, because within his face,
Time hath ingraud deep caracters of age:
Know that these graue schollers of experience,
Like stiffe growen oakes, will stand immouable,
1455When whirle wind quickly turnes vp yonger trees.
Dar. Was euer anie of thy fathers house king,
But thy selfe, before this present time,
Edwards great linage by the mothers side,
Fiue hundred yeeres hath helde the scepter vp,
1460Iudge then conspiratours by this descent,
Which is the true borne soueraigne this or that.
Pri: Father range your battailes, prate no more,
These English faine would spend the time in wodrs,
That night approching, they might escape vnfought.
1465K. Ioh: Lords and my louing Subiects knowes the time,
That your intended force must bide the touch,
Therfore my frinds consider this in breefe,
He that you fight for is your naturall King,
He against whom you fight a forrener:
1470He that you fight for rules in clemencie,
And raines you with a mild and gentle byt,
He against whome you fight if hee preuaile,
Will straight inthrone himselfe in tyrranie,
Make slaues of you, and with a heauie hand
1475Curtall and courb your swetest libertie.
Then to protect your Country and your King,
Let but the haughty Courrage of your hartes,
Answere the number of your able handes,
And we shall quicklie chase theis fugitiues,
1480For whats this Edward but a belly god,
A tender and lasciuious wantonnes,
That thother daie was almost dead for loue,
And what I praie you is his goodly gard,
Such as but scant them of their chines of beefe,
1485And take awaie their downie featherbedes,
And presently they are as resty stiffe,
As twere a many ouer ridden iades,
Then French men scorne that such should be your Lords
And rather bind ye them in captiue bands,
1490All Fra: Viue le Roy, God saue King Iohn of France.
Io: Now on this plaine of Cressie spred your selues,
And Edward when thou darest, begin the fight:
Ki. Ed: We presently wil meet thee Iohn of Fraunce,
And English Lordes let vs resolue the daie,
1495Either to cleere vs of that scandalous cryme,
Or be intombed in our innocence,
And Ned, because this battell is the first,
That euer yet thou foughtest in pitched field,
As ancient custome is of Martialists,
1500To dub thee with the tipe of chiualrie,
In solemne manner wee will giue thee armes,
Come therefore Heralds, orderly bring forth,
A strong attirement for the prince my sonne.
Enter foure Heraldes bringing in a coate armour, a helmet, a
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lance, and a shield.
Kin: Edward Plantagenet, in the name of God,
As with this armour I impall thy breast,
So be thy noble vnrelenting heart,
Wald in with flint of matchlesse fortitude,
1510That neuer base affections enter there,
Fight and be valiant, conquere where thou comst,
Now follow Lords, and do him honor to.
Dar: Edward Plantagenet prince of Wales,
As I do set this helmet on thy head,
1515Wherewith the chamber of this braine is fenst,
So may thy temples with Bellonas hand,
Be still adornd with lawrell victorie,
Fight and be valiant, conquer where thou comst.
Aud. Edward Plantagenet prince of Wales,
1520Receiue this lance into thy manly hand,
Vse it in fashion of a brasen pen,
To drawe forth bloudie stratagems in France,
And print thy valiant deeds in honors booke,
Fight and be valiant, vanquish where thou comst.
1525Art: Edward Plantagener prince of Wales,
Hold take this target, weare it on thy arme,
And may the view there of like Perseus shield,
Astonish and transforme thy gazing foes
To senselesse images of meger death,
1530Fight and be valiant, couquer where thou comst.
Ki. Now wants there nought but knighthood, which deferd
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.
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