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Author: William Shakespeare
Editors: Amy Lidster, Sonia Massai
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Edward III (Modern)

[Scene 16]
Enter King Edward, Queen Philippa, Derby, soldiers.
King Edward
No more, Queen Philippe, pacify yourself;
Copland, except he can excuse his fault,
Shall find displeasure written in our looks.
2355And now unto this proud resisting town:
Soldiers, assault! I will no longer stay
To be deluded by their false delays.
Put all to sword, and make the spoil your own.
Enter six Citizens in their shirts, barefoot, with 2350halters about their necks.
All Citizens
Mercy, King Edward, mercy, gracious lord!
2360King Edward
Contemptuous villains, call ye now for truce?
Mine ears are stopped against your bootless cries.
Sound drums' alarum, draw threat'ning swords!
1 Citizen
Ah, noble prince, take pity on this town,
And hear us, mighty king.
2365We claim the promise that your highness made;
The two days' respite is not yet expired,
And we are come with willingness to bear
What torturing death or punishment you please
So that the trembling multitude be saved.
2370King Edward
My promise? Well I do confess as much;
But I require the chiefest citizens
And men of most account that should submit.
You, peradventure, are but servile grooms,
Or some felonious robbers on the sea,
2375Whom, apprehended, law would execute,
Albeit severity lay dead in us.
No, no, ye cannot overreach us thus.
2 Citizen
The sun, dread lord, that in the western fall
Beholds us now low brought through misery,
2380Did in the orient purple of the morn
Salute our coming forth when we were known,
Or may our portion be with damnèd fiends.
King Edward
If it be so, then let our covenant stand:
We take possession of the town in peace,
2385But for yourselves look you for no remorse,
But, as imperial justice hath decreed,
Your bodies shall be dragged about these walls,
And after feel the stroke of quartering steel.
This is your doom -- go, soldiers, see it done.
2390Queen
Ah, be more mild unto these yielding men.
It is a glorious thing to 'stablish peace,
And kings approach the nearest unto God
By giving life and safety unto men.
As thou intendest to be King of France,
2395So let her people live to call thee king;
For what the sword cuts down or fire hath spoiled
Is held in reputation none of ours.
King Edward
Although experience teach us this is true,
That peaceful quietness brings most delight
2400When most of all abuses are controlled,
Yet insomuch it shall be known that we
As well can master our affections
As conquer other by the dint of sword,
Philippe, prevail; we yield to thy request.
2405These men shall live to boast of clemency --
And, tyranny, strike terror to thyself.
All Citizens
Long live your highness, happy be your reign!
King Edward
Go, get you hence; return unto the town,
And if this kindness hath deserved your love
2410Learn then to reverence Edward as your king.
[Exeunt Citizens.]
Now might we hear of our affairs abroad;
We would, till gloomy winter were o'erspent,
Dispose our men in garrison a while.
But who comes here?
2415Enter Copland and King David.
Derby
Copland, my lord, and David King of Scots.
King Edward
Is this the proud presumptuous esquire of the
North
That would not yield his prisoner to my queen?
2420Copland
I am, my liege, a northern esquire indeed,
But neither proud nor insolent I trust.
King Edward
What moved thee then to be so obstinate
To contradict our royal queen's desire?
Copland
No wilful disobedience, mighty lord,
2425But my desert and public law at arms.
I took the King myself in single fight
And like a soldier would be loath to lose
The least pre-eminence that I had won.
And Copland straight upon your highness' charge
2430Is come to France, and with a lowly mind
Doth vail the bonnet of his victory.
Receive, dread lord, the custom of my fraught,
The wealthy tribute of my laboring hands,
Which should long since have been surrendered up
2435Had but your gracious self been there in place.
Queen
But, Copland, thou didst scorn the King's command,
Neglecting our commission in his name.
Copland
His name I reverence, but his person more;
His name shall keep me in allegiance still,
2440But to his person I will bend my knee.
King Edward
I pray thee, Philippe, let displeasure pass:
This man doth please me, and I like his words.
For what is he that will attempt great deeds
And lose the glory that ensues the same?
2445All rivers have recourse unto the sea,
And Copland's faith, relation to his king.
Kneel therefore down -- now rise King Edward's knight;
And to maintain thy state I freely give
Five hundred marks a year to thee and thine.
Enter Salisbury.
2450Welcome, Lord Salisbury -- what news from Brittany?
Salisbury
This, mighty king: the country we have won,
And Charles de Mountford, regent of that place,
Presents your highness with this coronet,
2455Protesting true allegiance to your grace.
King Edward
We thank thee for thy service, valiant earl;
Challenge our favor for we owe it thee.
Salisbury
But now, my lord, as this is joyful news,
So must my voice be tragical again
2460And I must sing of doleful accidents.
King Edward
What, have our men the overthrow at Poitiers?
Or is our son beset with too much odds?
Salisbury
He was, my lord, and as my worthless self
With forty other serviceable knights,
2465Under safe conduct of the Dauphin's seal
Did travel that way, finding him distressed,
A troop of lances met us on the way,
Surprised, and brought us prisoners to the King;
Who, proud of this and eager of revenge,
2470Commanded straight to cut off all our heads.
And surely we had died but that the duke,
More full of honor than his angry sire,
Procured our quick deliverance from thence.
But ere we went, 'Salute your king,' quoth he,
2475'Bid him provide a funeral for his son;
Today our sword shall cut his thread of life,
And sooner than he thinks we'll be with him
To quittance those displeasures he hath done.'
This said, we passed, not daring to reply;
2480Our hearts were dead, our looks diffused and wan.
Wand'ring, at last we climbed unto a hill
From whence, although our grief were much before,
Yet now to see the occasion with our eyes
Did thrice so much increase our heaviness,
2485For there, my lord, oh, there we did descry
Down in a valley how both armies lay:
The French had cast their trenches like a ring,
And every barricado's open front
Was thick embossed with brazen ordinance.
2490Here stood a battle of ten thousand horse,
There twice as many pikes in quadrant wise,
Here crossbows and deadly wounding darts,
And in the midst -- like to a slender point
Within the compass of the horizon,
2495As 'twere a rising bubble in the sea,
A hazel wand amidst a wood of pines,
Or as a bear fast chained unto a stake --
Stood famous Edward, still expecting when
Those dogs of France would fasten on his flesh.
2500Anon the death-procuring knell begins,
Off go the cannons that with trembling noise
Did shake the very mountain where they stood;
Then sound the trumpets clangor in the air,
The battles join, and when we could no more
2505Discern the difference 'twixt the friend and foe,
So intricate the dark confusion was,
Away we turned our wat'ry eyes with sighs
As black as powder fuming into smoke.
And thus, I fear, unhappy have I told
2510The most untimely tale of Edward's fall.
Ah me, is this my welcome into France?
Is this the comfort that I looked to have
When I should meet with my belovèd son?
Sweet Ned, I would thy mother in the sea
2515Had been prevented of this mortal grief.
King Edward
Content thee, Philippe: 'tis not tears will serve
To call him back if he be taken hence.
Comfort thyself as I do, gentle queen,
With hope of sharp unheard of dire revenge.
2520He bids me to provide his funeral!
And so I will; but all the peers in France
Shall mourners be, and weep out bloody tears
Until their empty veins be dry and sere.
The pillars of his hearse shall be their bones,
2525The mould that covers him, their city ashes,
His knell, the groaning cries of dying men,
And in the stead of tapers on his tomb
An hundred fifty towers shall burning blaze
While we bewail our valiant son's decease.
2530After a flourish sounded within, enter a Herald.
Herald
Rejoice, my lord, ascend the imperial throne!
The mighty and redoubted Prince of Wales,
Great servitor to bloody Mars in arms,
The Frenchman's terror and his country's fame,
2535Triumphant rideth like a Roman peer,
And, lowly at his stirrup, comes afoot
King John of France, together with his son
In captive bonds, whose diadem he brings
To crown thee with and to proclaim thee king.
2540King Edward
Away with mourning, Philippe, wipe thine eyes.
Sound trumpets, welcome in Plantagenet!
Enter Prince Edward, King John, Philip, Audley [and] Artois.
As things long lost when they are found again,
2545So doth my son rejoice his father's heart,
For whom even now my soul was much perplexed.
Be this a token to express my joy --
Kiss him.
For inward passions will not let me speak.
Prince
My gracious father, here receive the gift,
2550This wreath of conquest and reward of war,
Got with as mickle peril of our lives
As e're was thing of price before this day.
Install your highness in your proper right,
And herewithal I render to your hands
2555These prisoners, chief occasion of our strife.
King Edward
So, John of France, I see you keep your word:
You promised to be sooner with ourself
Than we did think for, and 'tis so indeed.
But had you done at first as now you do,
2560How many civil towns had stood untouched
That now are turned to ragged heaps of stones?
How many people's lives mightst thou have saved
That are untimely sunk into their graves?
King John
Edward, recount not things irrevocable;
2565Tell me what ransom thou requirest to have.
King Edward
Thy ransom, John, hereafter shall be known.
But first to England thou must cross the seas
To see what entertainment it affords;
Howeʼer it falls, it cannot be so bad
2570As ours hath been since we arrived in France.
King John
Accursèd man! Of this I was foretold
But did misconster what the prophet told.
Prince
Now, father, this petition Edward makes
To thee, whose grace hath been his strongest shield:
2575That as thy pleasure chose me for the man
To be the instrument to show thy power,
So thou wilt grant that many princes more,
Bred and brought up within that little isle,
May still be famous for like victories.
2580And for my part, the bloody scars I bear,
The weary nights that I have watched in field,
The dangerous conflicts I have often had,
The fearful menaces were proffered me,
The heat and cold, and what else might displease,
2585I wish were now redoubled twentyfold,
So that hereafter ages, when they read
The painful traffic of my tender youth,
Might thereby be inflamed with such resolve
As not the territories of France alone,
2590But likewise Spain, Turkey, and what countries else
That justly would provoke fair England's ire,
Might at their presence tremble and retire.
King Edward
Here, English lords, we do proclaim a rest,
An intercession of our painful arms.
2595Sheath up your swords, refresh your weary limbs,
Peruse your spoils, and after we have breathed
A day or two within this haven town,
God willing then for England we'll be shipped,
Where in a happy hour I trust we shall
2600Arrive, three kings, two princes, and a queen.
[Exeunt.]
FINIS.