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Edward III (Quarto 1, 1596)
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1040Enter King Iohn of Fraunce, his
1041 two sonnes, Charles of Nor-
1042 mandie, and Phillip, and the
1043 Duke of Lorraine.
1044King Iohn.
1046Haue made a breakfast to our foe by Sea,
1047Let vs incampe to wait their happie speede:
1048Lorraine what readines is Edward in?
1049How hast thou heard that he prouided is
1050Of marshiall furniture for this exployt.
1053Tis bruted for a certenty my Lord,
1056As if vnto a tryumph they were led.
1057Ch: England was wont to harbour malcontents,
1060But changing and alteration of the state,
1061And is it possible,
1064As heeretofore I haue enformd his grace,
1065Neuer to sheath his Sword, or take a truce.
1067But on the other side, to thinke what friends,
1068King Edward hath retaynd in Netherland,
1069Among those euer-bibbing Epicures:
Those
Edward the third.
1070Those frothy Dutch men, puft with double beere,
1071That drinke and swill in euery place they come,
1072Doth not a little aggrauate mine ire,
1073Besides we heare the Emperor conioynes,
1074And stalls him in his owne authoritie:
1075But all the mightier that their number is,
1076The greater glory reapes the victory,
1078The sterne Polonian and the warlike Dane:
1079The king of Bohemia, and of Cycelie.
1080Are all become confederates with vs,
1081And as I thinke are marching hither apace,
1083By which I gesse that their approch is neare.
1084Enter the King of Bohemia with
1085 Danes, and a Polonian Captaine
1086 with other soldiers another way.
1087King of Boheme.
1088King Iohn of Fraunce, as league and neighborhood,
1090I come to aide thee with my countries force,
1092And lofty Poland, nurse of hardie men,
1094Who willingly will venture in thy cause.
1095K. Io: Welcome Bohemian king, and welcome all,
1096This your great kindnesse I will not forget.
1097Besides your plentiful rewards in Crownes,
1099There comes a hare braind Nation deckt in pride,
1100The spoyle of whome wiil be a trebble game,
1101And now my hope is full, my ioy complete,
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The Raigne of King
1102At Sea we are as puissant as the force;
1103Of Agamemnon in the Hauen of Troy:
1104By land with Zerxes we compare of strength,
1106Then Bayardlike, blinde ouerweaning Ned,
1107To reach at our imperiall dyadem,
1108Is either to be swallowed of the waues,
1110Enter.
1112As I was busie in my watchfull charge.
1113The proud Armado of king Edwards ships,
1115Seemd as it were a groue of withered pines,
1119Adornes the naked bosome of the earth.
1121Figuring the horned Circle of the Moone,
1122And on the top gallant of the Admirall,
1123And likewise all the handmaides of his trayne:
1124The Armes of England and of Fraunce vnite,
1125Are quartred equally by Heralds art;
1126Thus titely carried with a merrie gale,
1127They plough the Ocean hitherward amayne:
1128 Dare he already crop the Flewer de Luce:
1129I hope the hony being gathered thence,
1130He with the spider afterward approcht
1131Shall sucke forth deadly venom from the leaues,
1132But wheres out Nauy, how are they prepared,
1135Did breake from Anchor straight, and puft with rage,
1137Made forth, as when the empty Eagle flies,
To
Edward the third.
1139Io: Thees for thy newes, returne vnto thy barke,
1145First you my Lord, with your Bohemian Troupes,
1146Shall pitch your battailes on the lower hand,
1148Togeither with this aide of Muscouites,
1149Shall clyme the higher ground an other waye:
1151Phillip my yongest boy and I will lodge,
1152So Lords begon, and looke vnto your charge. Exunt.
1153You stand for Fraunce, an Empire faire and large,
1154Now tell me Phillip, what is their concept,
1155Touching the challenge that the English make.
1157And bring he nere so playne a pedegree,
1160But were it not, yet ere he should preuaile,
1161Ile make a Conduit of my dearest blood,
off.
1165To looke our foes more sternely in the face.
1166Now is begun the heauie day at Sea,
1168When they defend their younglings in their Caues:
1169Stir angry Nemesis the happie helme,
1170That with the sulphur battels of your rage,
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The Raigne of king
1174 Now boy thou hearest what thundring terror tis,
1175To buckle for a kingdomes souerentie,
1176The earth with giddie trembling when it shakes,
1177Or when the exalations of the aire,
1182O if it be the French, sweete fortune turne,
1183And in thy turning change the forward winds,
1184That with aduantage of a sauoring skie,
1186Enter Marriner.
1188To whome belongs the honor of this day,
1189Relate I pray thee, if thy breath will serue,
1191Mar. I will my Lord.
1192My gratious soueraigne, Fraunce hath tane the foyle,
1194These Iron harted Nauies,
1195When last I was reporter to your grace,
1196Both full of angry spleene of hope and feare:
1197Hasting to meete each other in the face,
1198At last conioynd, and by their Admirall,
1199Our Admirall encountred manie shot,
1200By this the other that beheld these twaine,
1201Giue earnest peny of a further wracke,
1204Sent many grym Embassadors of death,
1205Then gan the day to turne to gloomy night,
1207As those that were but newly reft of life,
As
Edward the third.
1210As ech to other seemed deafe and dombe,
1212With streaming gore that from the maymed fell,
1216There mangled armes and legs were tost aloft,
1217As when a wherle winde takes the Summer dust,
1218And scatters it in midddle of the aire,
1221Vntill their lofty tops were seene no more.
1222All shifts were tried both for defence and hurt,
1224Of resolution and of a cowardize:
1225We liuely pictured, how the one for fame;
1226The other by compulsion laid about;
1227Much did the Nom per illa, that braue ship
1228So did the blacke snake of Bullen, then which
1230But all in vaine, both Sunne, the Wine and tyde,
1231Reuolted all vnto our foe mens side,
1232That we perforce were fayne to giue them way,
1233And they are landed, thus my tale is donne,
1234We haue vntimly lost, and they haue woone.
1236To ioyne our seueral forces al in one,
1237And bid them battaile ere they rainge to farre,
1238Come gentle Phillip, let vs hence depart,