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

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

    Edward the third.
    Or else thy title in that prouince dyes,
    And hee him self will repossesse the place.
    K. Ed: See how occasion laughes me in the face,
    No sooner minded to prepare for France,
    75But straight I am inuited, nay with threats,
    Vppon a penaltie inioynd to come:
    Twere but a childish part to say him nay,
    Lorrayne returne this answere to thy Lord,
    I meane to visit him as he requests,
    80But how? not seruilely disposd to bend,
    But like a conquerer to make him bowe,
    His lame vnpolisht shifts are come to light,
    And trueth hath puld the visard from his face,
    That sett a glasse vpon his arrogannce,
    85Dare he commaund a fealty in mee,
    Tell him the Crowne that hee vsurpes, is myne,
    And where he sets his foote he ought to knele,
    Tis not a petty Dukedome that I claime,
    But all the whole Dominions, of the Realme,
    90Which if with grudging he refuse to yeld,
    Ile take away those borrowed plumes of his,
    And send him naked to the wildernes.
    Lor: Then Edward here in spight of all thy Lords,
    I doe pronounce defyaunce to thy face.
    95Pri: Defiance French man we rebound it backe,
    Euen to the bottom of thy masters throat,
    And be it spoke with reuerence of the King,
    My gratious father and these other Lordes,
    I hold thy message but as scurrylous,
    100And him that sent thee like the lazy droane,
    Crept vp by stelth vnto the Eagles nest,
    From whence wele shake him with so rough a storme,
    As others shalbe warned by his harme,
    War: Byd him leaue of the Lyons case he weares,
    105Least meeting with the Lyon in the feeld,
    He chaunce to teare him peecemeale for his pride.
    Art: The soundest counsell I can giue his grace,