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

Alarum. Enter a many French men flying.
After them Prince Edwardruning.
Then enter King Iohn and Duke of Loraine.
Iohn. Oh Lorrain say, what meane our men to fly,
1560Our nomber is far greater then our foes,
Lor. The garrison of Genoaes my Lorde,
That cam from Paris weary with their march,
Grudging to be soddenly imployd,
No sooner in the forefront tooke their place.
1565But straite retyring so dismaide the rest,
As likewise they betook themselues to flight
In which for hast to make a safe escape,
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,
Muster about him whilest he Lion like,
1605Intangled in the net of their assaults,
Frantiquely wrends and byts the wouen toyle,
But all in vaine, he cannot free him selfe.
K: Ed: Audley content, I will not haue a man,
On paine of death sent forth to succour him:
1610This is the day, ordaynd by desteny,
To season his courage with those greeuous thoughts,
That if he breaketh out, Nestors yeares on earth,
Will make him sauor still of this exployt.
Dar: Ah but he shall not liue to see those dayes,
1615Ki: Why then his Ephitaph, is lasting prayse.
An: Yet good my Lord, tis too much wilfulnes,
To let his blood be spilt that may be saude,
Kin. Exclayme no more, for none of you can tell,
Whether a borrowed aid will serue or no,
1620Perhapps he is already slayne or tane:
And dare a Falcon when shees in her flight,
And euer after sheele be huggard like:
Let Edward be deliuered by our hands,
And still in danger hele expect the like,
1625But if himselfe, himselfe redeeme from thence,
He wil haue vanquisht cheerefull death and feare,
And euer after dread their force no more,
Then if they were but babes or Captiue slaues.
Aud. O cruell Father, farewell Edward then.
1630Da: Farewell sweete Prince, the hope of chiualry,
Art: O would my life might ransome him from death.
K. Ed: But soft me thinkes I heare,
The dismall charge of Trumpets loud retreat:
All are not slayne I hope that went with him,
1635Some will returne with tidings good or bad.
Enter Prince Edward in tryumph, bearing in his hande his
shiuered Launce, and the King of Boheme, borne before,
wrapt in the Coullours: They runne and imbrace him.
Aud, O ioyfull sight, victorious Edward liues.
1640Der: Welcome braue Prince.
Ki: Welcome Plantagenet.
kneele and
kisse his
fathers hand
Pr. First hauing donne my duety as beseemed
Lords I regreet you all with harty thanks,
And now behold after my winters toyle,
1645My paynefull voyage on the boystrous sea,
Of warres deuouring gulphes and steely rocks,
I bring my fraught vnto the wished port,
My Summers hope, my trauels sweetreward:
And heere with humble duety I present,
1650This sacrifice, this first fruit of my sword,
Cropt and cut downe euen at the gate of death:
The king of Boheme father whome Islue,
Whom you sayd, had intrencht me round about,
And laye as thicke vpon my battered crest,
1655As on an Anuell with their ponderous glaues,
Yet marble courage, still did vnderprop,
And when my weary armes with often blowes,
Like the continuall laboring Wood-mans Axe,
That is enioynd to fell a load of Oakes,
1660Began to faulter, straight I would recouer:
My gifts you gaue me, and my zealous vow,
And then new courage made me fresh againe,
That in despight I craud my passage forth,
And put the multitude to speedy flyght:his Sword borne by a Soldier.
1665Lo this hath Edwards hand fild your request,
And done I hope the duety of a Knight
Ki: I well thou hast deserud a knight-hood Ned,
And therefore with thy sword, yet reaking warme,
With blood of those that fought to be thy bane,
1670Arise Prince Edward, trusty knight at armes,
This day thou hast confounded me with ioy,
And proude thy selfe fit heire vnto a king:
Pr: Heere is a note my gratious Lord of those,
That in this conflict of our foes were slaine,
1675Eleuen Princes of esteeme, Foure score Barons,
A hundred and twenty knights, and thirty thousand
Common souldiers, and of our men a thousand.
Our God be praised, Now Iohn of Fraunce I hope,
Thou knowest King Edward for no wantonesse,
1680No loue sicke cockney, nor his souldiers iades,
But which way is the fearefull king escapt?
Pr: Towards Poyctiers noble father, and his sonnes,
King. Ned, thou and Audley shall pursue them still,
Myselfe and Derby will to Calice streight;
1685And there be gyrt that Hauen towne with seege:
Now lies it on an vpshot, therefore strike,
And wistlie follow whiles the games on foote.
Ki. What Pictures this.
Pr: A Pellican my Lord,
1690Wounding her bosome with her crooked beak,
That so her nest of young ones might be fed,
With drops of blood that issue from her hart,
The motto Sic & vos, and so should you,