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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
    Not Peer Reviewed

    Edward III (Quarto 1, 1596)

    Edward the third.
    Coun: All this is done my thrice dread souereigne,
    575That power of loue that I haue power to giue.
    Thou hast with all deuout obedience,
    Inploy me how thou wilt in prose therof,
    King. Thou hearst me saye that I do dote on thee,
    Coun: Yfon my beauty take yt if thou canst,
    580Though litle I do prise it ten tymes lesse,
    If on my vertue take it if thou canst,
    For vertues store by giuing doth augment,
    Be it on what it will that I can giue,
    And thou canst take awaie inherit it.
    585King. It is thy beauie that I woulde enioy,
    Count. O were it painted I would wipe it of,
    And disposse my selfe to giue it thee,
    But souereigne it is souldered to my life,
    Take one and both for like an humble shaddow,
    590Yt hauntes the sunshine of my summers life,
    But thou maist leue it me to sport with all,.
    Count: As easie may my intellectual soule,
    Be lent awaie and yet my bodie liue,
    As lend my bodie pallace to my soule,
    595A waie from her and yet retaine my soule,.
    My bodie is her bower her Court her abey,
    And shee an Angell pure deuine vnspotted,
    If I should leaue her house my Lord to thee,
    I kill my poore soule and my poore soule me,
    600King. Didst thou not swere to giue me what I would,
    Count: I did my liege so what you would I could.
    King: I wish no more of thee then thou maist giue,
    Nor beg I do not but I rather buie,
    That is thy loue and for that loue of thine,
    605In rich exchaunge I tender to thee myne,
    Count. But that your lippes were sacred my Lord,
    You would prophane the holie name of loue,
    That loue you offer me you cannot giue,
    For Caesar owes that tribut to his Queene,
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