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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    Not Peer Reviewed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.
    Aud, O ioyfull sight, victorious Edward liues.
    Der: Welcome braue Prince.
    1640Ki: Welcome Plantagenet. kneele andkisse his
    fathers hand
    Pr. First hauing donne my duety as beseemed
    Lords I regreet you all with harty thanks,
    And now behold after my winters toyle,
    My paynefull voyage on the boystrous sea,
    1645Of warres deuouring gulphes and steely rocks,
    I bring my fraught vnto the wished port,
    My Summers hope, my trauels sweet reward:
    And heere with humble duety I present,
    This sacrifice, this first fruit of my sword,
    1650Cropt and cut downe euen at the gate of death:
    The king of Boheme father whome I slue,
    Whom you sayd, had intrencht me round about,
    And laye as thicke vpon my battered crest,
    As on an Anuell with their ponderous glaues,
    1655Yet marble courage, still did vnderprop,
    And when my weary armes with often blowes,
    Like the continuall laboring Wood-mans Axe,
    That is enioynd to fell a load of Oakes,
    Began to faulter, straight I would recouer:
    1660My gifts you gaue me, and my zealous vow,
    And then new courage made me fresh againe,
    That in despight I craud my passage forth,
    And put the multitude to speedy flyght: his Swordborne by a
    Soldier.
    Lo this hath Edwards hand fild your request,
    1665And done I hope the duety of a Knight
    Ki: I well thou hast deserud a knight-hood Ned,
    And therefore with thy sword, yet reaking warme,
    With blood of those that fought to be thy bane,
    Arise Prince Edward, trusty knight at armes,
    1670This day thou hast confounded me with ioy,
    And proude thy selfe fit heire vnto a king:
    Pr: Heere is a note my gratious Lord of those,
    That in this conflict of our foes were slaine,
    2 Eleuen
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