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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    Not Peer Reviewed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)

    The Raigne of King
    Aud. Tis full a fortnight since I saw his highnes,
    What time he sent me forth to muster men,
    825Which I accordingly haue done and bring them hither,
    In faire aray before his maiestie:
    King: What newes my Lord of Derby from the Emperor.
    Der. As good as we desire: the Emperor
    Hath yeelded to his highnes friendly ayd,
    830And makes our king leiuetenant generall
    In all his lands and large dominions,
    Then via for the spatious bounds of Fraunce;
    Aud. What doth his highnes leap to heare these newes?
    Der. I haue not yet found time to open them,
    835The king is in his closet malcontent,
    For what I know not, but he gaue in charge,
    Till after dinner, none should interrupt him:
    The Countesse Salisbury, and her father Warwike,
    Artoyes, and all looke vnderneath the browes.
    840Aud: Vndoubtedly then some thing is a misse.
    Enter the King.
    Dar, The Trumpets sound, the king is now abroad,
    Ar. Hhere comes his highnes.
    Der. Befall my soueraigne, all my soueraignes wish,
    845King. Ah that thou wert a Witch to make it so.
    Der. The Emperour greeteth you.
    Kin. Would it were the Countesse.
    Der. And hath accorded to your highnes suite,
    King. Thou lyest she hath not, but I would she had,
    850Au. All loue and duety to my Lord the King.
    Kin. Well all but one is none, what newes with you?
    Au. I haue my liege, leuied those horse and foote.
    According as your charge, and brought them hither.
    Kin. Then let those foote trudge hence vpon those horse,
    855According too our discharge and be gonne:
    Darby Ile looke vpon the Countesse minde anone,
    Dar The Countesse minde my liege.
    Kin. I meane the Emperour, leaue me alone.
    Au. What is his mind?
    Lets
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