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  • Title: Edward III (Modern)
  • Editors: Amy Lidster, Sonia Massai

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

    [Scene 10]
    Enter King Edward and Derby, with soldiers.
    1740King Edward
    Since they refuse our proffered league, my lord,
    And will not ope their gates and let us in,
    We will entrench ourselves on every side
    That neither victuals nor supply of men
    May come to succor this accursèd town;
    1745Famine shall combat where our swords are stopped.
    Enter six poor Frenchmen.
    Derby
    The promised aid that made them stand aloof
    Is now retired and gone another way;
    It will repent them of their stubborn will. --
    1750But what are these poor ragged slaves, my lord?
    King Edward
    Ask what they are; it seems they come from Calais.
    Derby
    You wretched patterns of despair and woe,
    What are you, living men or gliding ghosts,
    1755Crept from your graves to walk upon the earth?
    1 Poor Frenchman
    No ghosts, my lord, but men that breathe a life
    Far worse than is the quiet sleep of death.
    We are distressèd poor inhabitants
    That long have been diseasèd, sick and lame,
    1760And now because we are not fit to serve,
    The captain of the town hath thrust us forth
    That so expense of victuals may be saved.
    King Edward
    A charitable deed no doubt, and worthy praise!
    But how do you imagine then to speed?
    1765We are your enemies in such a case;
    We can no less but put ye to the sword,
    Since when we proffered truce, it was refused.
    1 Poor Frenchman
    And if your grace no otherwise vouchsafe,
    As welcome death is unto us as life.
    1770King Edward
    Poor silly men, much wronged and more distressed.
    Go, Derby, go, and see they be relieved;
    Command that victuals be appointed them
    And give to every one five crowns a-piece.
    [Exeunt Derby and Frenchmen.]
    The lion scorns to touch the yielding prey,
    1775And Edward's sword must fresh itself in such
    As wilful stubbornness hath made perverse.
    Enter Lord Percy.
    Lord Percy, welcome. What's the news in England?
    Percy
    The Queen, my lord, comes here to your grace,
    1780And from her highness and the lord vicegerent
    I bring this happy tidings of success:
    David of Scotland, lately up in arms,
    Thinking belike he soonest should prevail,
    Your highness being absent from the realm,
    1785Is by the fruitful service of your peers --
    And painful travail of the Queen herself
    That, big with child, was every day in arms --
    Vanquished, subdued, and taken prisoner.
    King Edward
    Thanks, Percy, for thy news with all my heart.
    1790What was he took him prisoner in the field?
    Percy
    A squire, my lord; John Copland is his name,
    Who since entreated by her majesty,
    Denies to make surrender of his prize
    To any but unto your grace alone,
    1795Whereat the Queen is grievously displeased.
    King Edward
    Well then we'll have a pursuivant dispatched
    To summon Copland hither out of hand,
    And with him he shall bring his prisoner king.
    Percy
    The Queen's, my lord, herself by this at sea,
    1800And purposeth as soon as wind will serve
    To land at Calais, and to visit you.
    King Edward
    She shall be welcome, and to wait her coming
    I'll pitch my tent near to the sandy shore.
    Enter a Captain [of Calais].
    1805Captain of Calais
    The burgesses of Calais, mighty king,
    Have by a counsel willingly decreed
    To yield the town and castle to your hands,
    Upon condition it will please your grace
    To grant them benefit of life and goods.
    1810King Edward
    They will so? Then belike they may command,
    Dispose, elect, and govern as they list.
    No, sirrah, tell them since they did refuse
    Our princely clemency at first proclaimed,
    They shall not have it now although they would.
    1815I will accept of naught but fire and sword,
    Except, within these two days, six of them
    That are the wealthiest merchants in the town
    Come naked all but for their linen shirts,
    With each a halter hanged about his neck,
    1820And prostrate yield themselves upon their knees
    To be afflicted, hanged, or what I please.
    And so you may inform their masterships.
    Exeunt [all but the Captain].
    Captain of Calais
    Why, this it is to trust a broken staff.
    Had we not been persuaded John our king
    1825Would with his army have relieved the town,
    We had not stood upon defiance so.
    But now 'tis past that no man can recall,
    And better some do go to wrack than all.
    Exit.