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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.
    And in the stead of tapers on his tombe,
    an hundred fiftie towers shall burning blaze,
    While we bewaile our valiant sonnes decease.
    After a flourish sounded within, enter an herald.
    He. Reioyce my Lord, ascend the imperial throne
    The mightie and redoubted prince of Wales,
    Great seruitor to bloudie Mars in armes,
    The French mans terror and his countries fame,
    2535Triumphant rideth like a Romane peere,
    and lowly at his stirop comes a foot
    King Iohn of France, together with his sonne,
    In captiue bonds, whose diadem he brings
    To crowne thee with, and to proclaime thee king
    2540Ki. Away with mourning Phillip, wipe thine eies
    Sound Trumpets, welcome in Plantaginet.
    Enter Prince Edward, king Iohn, Phillip, Aud-
    ley, Artoys.
    Ki: As things long lost when they are found again,
    2545So doth my sonne reioyce his fathers heart,
    For whom euen now my soule was much perplext
    Q. Be this a token to expresse my ioy, kisse him.
    For inward passions will not let me speake.
    Pr. My gracious father, here receiue the gift,
    2550This wreath of conquest, and reward of warre,
    Got with as mickle perill of our liues,
    as ere was thing of price before this daie,
    Install your highnes in your proper right,
    and heerewithall I render to your hands
    2555These prisoners, chiefe occasion of our strife.
    Kin: So Iohn of France, I see you keepe your word
    You promist to be sooner with our selfe
    Then we did thinke for, and tis so in deed,
    But had you done at first as now you do,
    2560How many ciuill townes had stoode vntoucht,
    That now are turnd to ragged heaps of stones?
    How many peoples liues mightst thou haue saud,
    that are vntimely sunke into their graues.
    Io: Edward, recount not things irreuocable,