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  • Title: Edward III (Quarto 1, 1596)
  • Editor: Sonia Massai

  • Copyright Sonia Massai. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Sonia Massai
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    Edward III (Quarto 1, 1596)

    Edward the third.
    715Ile say she must forget her husband Salisbury,
    If she remember to embrace the king,
    Ile say an othe may easily be broken,
    But not so easily pardoned being broken:
    Ile say it is true charitie to loue,
    720But not true loue to be so charitable;
    Ile say his greatnes may beare out the shame,
    But not his kingdome can buy out the sinne;
    Ile say it is my duety to perswade,
    But not her honestie to giue consent.
    725Enter Countesse.
    See where she comes, was neuer father had,
    Against his child, an embassage so bad.
    Co: My Lord and father, I haue sought for you:
    My mother and the Peeres importune you,
    730To keepe in promise of his maiestie.
    And do your best to make his highnes merrie.
    War: How shall I enter in this gracelesse arrant,
    I must not call her child, for wheres the father,
    That will in such a sute seduce his child:
    735Then wife of Salisbury shall I so begin:
    No hees my friend, and where is found the friend
    That will doe friendship snch indammagement:
    Neither my daughter, nor my deare friends wife,
    I am not Warwike as thou thinkst I am,
    740But an atturnie from the Court of hell:
    That thus haue housd my spirite in his forme,
    To do a message to thee from the king:
    The mighty king of England dotes on thee:
    He that hath power to take away thy life,
    745Hath power to take thy honor, then consent,
    To pawne thine honor rather then thy life;
    Honor is often lost and got againe,
    But life once gon, hath no recouerie:
    The Sunne that withers heye goth nourish grasse,
    750The king that would distaine thee, will aduance thee:
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