The Reign of King Edward III by William Shakespeare ~ Full Audiobook
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Marvel Studios Thunderbolts. Now playing. Rated PG-13. Some material may be inappropriate for children under 13. The reign of King Edward III, attributed in part to William Shakespeare. Scene. Dispersed. In England, Flanders and France. Act 1, Scene 1. London. A room of estate in the palace. Flourish. Enter King Edward, Darby, Prince Edward, Audley and Artois.

robert of artois banished though thou be from france thy native country yet with us thou shalt retain as great a signory for we create thee earl of richmond here and now go forwards with our pedigree who next succeeded philip

three sons of his which all successfully did sit upon their father's regal throne yet died and left no issue of their loins but was my mother sister unto those

she was my lord and only isabelle was all the daughters that this philip had whom afterward your father took to wife and from the fragrant garden of her womb your gracious self the flower of europe's hope derived its inheritor to france

but note the rancour of rebellious minds when thus the lineage of l'herbe was out the french obscured your mother's privilege and though she were the next of blood proclaimed john of the house of valois now their king the reason was they say the realm of france

replete with princes of great parentage ought not to admit a govern to rule except he be descended of the male and that's the special ground of their contempt wherewith they study to exclude your grace but they shall find that forged ground of theirs to be but dusty heaps of brittle sand perhaps it would be thought a heinous thing that i a frenchman should discover this but heaven i call to record of my vows

it is not hate nor any private wrong but love unto my country and the right provokes my tongue thus lavish in report you are the lionids watchmen of our peace and john of valois indirectly climbs what then should subjects but embrace their king ah wherein may our duty more be seen than striving to rebate a tyrant's pride and place a true shepherd of our commonwealth

This counsel, Artois, like to fruitful showers, hath added growth unto my dignity; and by the fiery vigour of thy words hot courage is engendered in my breast, which heretofore was raked in ignorance, but now doth mount with golden wings of fame, and will approve fair Isabel's descent.

able to yoke their stubborn necks with steel that spurn against my sovereignty in france sound a horn a messenger lord audley know from whence exit audley and returns the duke of lorraine having crossed the seas entreats he may have conference with your highness lord admit him lords that we may hear the news

Exeunt lords, King takes his state, Re-enter lords, with Lorraine attended. Say, Duke of Lorraine, wherefore art thou come? The most renowned Prince, King John of France, Doth greet thee, Edward, and by me commands, That, for so much as by his liberal gift The Guyenne dukedom is entailed to thee, Thou do him lowly homage for the same.

and for that purpose here i summon thee repair to france within these forty days that there according as the custom is thou mayest be sworn true liegeman to our king or else thy title in that province dies and he himself will repossess the place

see how occasion laughs me in the face no sooner minded to prepare for france but straight i am invited nay with threats upon a penalty enjoin'd to come twere but a childish part to say him nay

lorraine return this answer to thy lord i mean to visit him as he requests but how not servilely disposed to bend but like a conqueror to make him bow his lame unpolished shifts are come to light and truth hath pulled the vizard from his face that set a gloss upon his arrogance

dare he command a fealty in me tell him the crown that he usurps is mine and where he sets his foot he ought to kneel tis not a petty dukedom that i claim but all the whole dominions of the realm which if with grudging he refuse to yield i'll take away those borrowed plumes of his and send him naked to the wilderness

then edward here in spite of all thy lords i do pronounce defiance to thy face edward defiance frenchman we rebound it back even to the bottom of thy master's throat and be it spoke with reverence of the king my gracious father and these other lords

i hold thy message but as scurrilous and him that sent thee like the lazy drone crept up by stealth unto the eagle's nest from whence we'll shake him with so rough a storm as others shall be warn'd by his harm bid him leave of the lion's case he wears lest meeting with the lion in the field he chance to tear him piecemeal for his pride

the soundest counsel i can give his grace is to surrender ere he be constrained a voluntary mischief hath less scorn than when reproach with violence is born degenerate traitor viper to the place where thou wast foster'd in thine infancy bearest thou a part in this conspiracy he draws his sword lorraine behold the sharpness of this steel drawing his

fervent desire that sits against my heart is far more thorny pricking than this blade that with the nightingale i shall be scared as oft as i dispose myself to rest until my colours be displayed in france this is my final answer so begone

it is not that nor any english brave afflicts me so as doth his poison'd view that is most false should most of all be true ixiond lorraine and train now lord our fleeting bark is under sail our gage is thrown and war is soon begun but not so quickly brought unto an end enter montague but wherefore comes sir william montague

How stands the league between the Scot and us? Cracked and dissevered, my renowned lord. The treacherous king no sooner was informed of your withdrawing of your army back, but straight, forgetting of his former oath, he made invasion on the bordering towns. Barwick is won, Newcastle spoiled and lost, and now the tyrant hath begirt with siege the castle of Roxborough, where enclosed the Countess Salisbury is like to perish. That is thy daughter Warwick, is it not?

"'whose husband hath in Britain served so long "'about the planting of Lord Mountford there?' "'It is, my lord.'

Ig noble David, hast thou none to grieve but silly ladies with thy threatening arms? But I will make you shrink your snaily horns. First therefore, Audley, this shall be thy grace. Go, levy footmen for our wars in France. And Ned, take muster of our men-at-arms, in every shire elect a several band, let them be soldiers of a lusty spirit.

such as dread nothing but dishonours blot but weary therefore since we do commence a famous war and with so mighty a nation derby be thou ambassador for us unto our father-in-law the earl of hainault make him acquainted with our enterprise and likewise will him with our own allies that are in flanders to solicit to the emperor of alimane in our name

myself whilst you are jointly thus employed will with these forces that i have at hand march and once more repulse the traitorous scot but sirs be resolute we shall have wars on every side and ned thou must begin now to forget thy study and thy books and urge thy shoulders to an armour's weight

as cheerful sounding to my youthful spleen this tumult is of war's increasing broils as at the coronation of a king the joyful clamors of the people are when ave caesar they pronounce aloud within this school of honor i shall learn either to sacrifice my foes to death or in a rightful quarrel spend my breath

then cheerfully forward each a several way in great affairs tis not to use delay act one scene two roxburgh before the castle enter the countess alas how much in vain my poor eyes gaze for succour that my sovran should send

"'Ah, cousin Montague, I fear thou want'st the lively spirit sharply to solicit with vehement suit the king in my behalf. Thou dost not tell him what a grief it is to be the scornful captive of a Scot, either to be wooed with broad, untuned oaths, or forced by rough, insulting barbarism.'

thou dost not tell him if he here prevail how much they will deride us in the north and in their wild uncivil skipping gigs bray forth their conquest and our overthrow even in the barren bleak and fruitless air enter david and douglas lorraine

i must withdraw the everlasting foe comes to the wall i'll closely step aside and list their babel blunt and full of pride my lord of lorraine to our brothers of france commend us as the man in christendom that we most reverence and entirely love touching your embassage return and say that we with england will not enter parley

nor never make fair weather or take truce but burn our neighbours towns and so persist with eager rods beyond their city york and never shall our bonny riders rest nor rusting cankers have time to eat their light-born snaffles nor their nimble spurs nor lay aside their jacks of grimalds mail nor hang their staves of grained scottish axe

in peaceful wise upon their city walls nor from their buttoned tawny leather belts dismiss their biting whinyards tell your king cry out enough spare england now for pity farewell and tell him that you leave us here before the castle say you came from us even when we had not yielded to our hands i take my leave and fairly will return your acceptable greeting to my king exit lorraine

Now, Douglas, to our former task again, for the diversion of this certain spoil. Malige, I crave the lady, and no more. Nay, soft ye, sir. First I must make my choice, and first I do bespeak her for myself. Why then, Malige, let me enjoy her jewels. And those are her own. She is liable to her, and who inherits her hath those all. Enter a Scot in haste.

my liege as we were pricking on the hills to fetch in booty marching hitherward we might descry a mighty host of men the sun reflecting on the armour showed a field of plate a wood of pigs advanced bethink your highness speedily herein an easy march within four hours

Will bring the hindmost rank unto this place, my liege. Dislodge, dislodge, it is the King of England. Jemmy, my man, saddle my bonnie black. Means thou to fight, Douglas, we are too weak. I know it well, my liege, and therefore fly. My lords of Scotland, will ye stay and drink? She mocks us, Douglas, I cannot endure it.

Say, good my lord, which is he must have the lady, and which her jewels? I am sure, my lords, you will not hence, till you have shared the spoils. She heard the messenger, and heard our talk, and now that comfort makes her scorn at us. Enter another messenger. Ah, my good lord, oh, we are all surprised. After the French ambassador, my liege, and tell him that you dare not ride to York,

excuse it that your bonny horse is lame she heard that too intolerable grief woman farewell although i do not stay tis nought for fear and yet you run away

O happy comfort, welcome to our house! The confident and boisterous boasting Scot, That swore before my walls they would not back For all the armed power of this land, With faceless fear that ever turns his back, And hence against the blasting north-east wind, Upon the bare report and name of arms. Enter Mount Ague. O summer's day, see where my cousin comes!

how fares my aunt we are not scots why do you shut your gates against your friends well may i give a welcome cousin to thee for thou comest well to chase my foes from hence the king himself is come in person hither dear aunt descend and gratulate his highness how may i entertain his majesty to show my duty and his dignity exit from above enter king edward warwick artois and others

what are the stealing foxes fled and gone before we could uncouple at their heels they are my liege but with a cheerful cry hot hounds and hardy chase them at the heels enter countess this is the countess warwick is it not

even she my liege whose beauty tyrants fear as a may blossom with pernicious winds hath sallied withered o'ercast and done hath she been fairer warwick than she is my gracious king fair is she not at all if that herself were by to stain herself as i have seen her when she was herself

What strange enchantment lurked in those her eyes, when they excell'd this excellence they have, that now her dim decline hath power to draw my subject eyes from pursing majesty, to gaze on her with doting admiration? In duty lower than the ground I kneel, and for my dull knees bow my feeling heart.

to witness my obedience to your highness, with many millions of a subject's thanks for this your royal presence, whose approach hath driven war and danger from my gate. Ladies, stand up. I come to bring thee peace; however thereby I have purchased war. No war to you, my liege. The Scots are gone, and gallop home toward Scotland with their hate.

Least yielding here I pine in shameful love. Come, we'll pursue the Scots. Artois, away! A little while, my gracious sovereign, stay, And let the power of a mighty king honour our roof. My husband in the wars, when he shall hear it, Will triumph for joy. Then, dear my liege, now niggard not thy state, Being at the wall, enter our homely gate.

pardon me countess i will come no near i dream'd to-night of treason and i fear far from this place let ugly treason lie no farther off than her conspiring eye which shoots infected poison in my heart beyond repulse of wit or cure of art

now in the sun alone it doth not lie with light to take light from a mortal eye for here two day stars that mine eyes would see more than the sun steals mine own light from me contemplative desire desire to be in contemplation that may master thee warwick artois to horse and less away

What might I speak to make my sovereign stay? What needs a tongue to such a speaking eye That more persuades than winning oratory? Let not thy presence, like the April sun, Flatter our earth and suddenly be done. More happy do not make our outward wall Than thou wilt grace our inner house withal.

our house my liege is like a country swain whose habit rude and manners blunt and plain presageth nought yet inly beautified with bounties riches and fair hidden pride for where the golden ore doth buried lie the ground undeck'd with nature's tapestry seems barren sere unfertile fruitless dry

and where the upper turf of earth doth boast his pied perfumes and party-colour'd coat delve there and find this issue and their pride to spring from ordure and corruption's side but to make up my all too long compare these ragged walls no testimony are what is within but like a cloak doth hide from weather's waste the under garnisht pride

More gracious than my terms can let thee be, Intreat thyself to stay awhile with me. As wise, as fair, what fond fit can be heard, When wisdom keeps the gate as beauty's guard? It shall attend while I attend on thee. Come on, my lords, here will I host to-night.

End of Act One.

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Act II of the reign of King Edward III, attributed in part to William Shakespeare. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in a public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Scene 1. The same. Gardens of the Castle. Enter Lodewick.

i might perceive his eye and her eye lost his ear to drink her sweet tongue's utterance and changing passion like inconstant clouds that rack upon the carriage of the winds increase and die in his disturbed cheeks lo when she blushed even then did he look pale as if her cheeks by some enchanted power attracted had the cherry blood from his

anon with reverent fear when she grew pale his cheeks put on their scarlet ornaments but no more like her oriental red than brick to coral or live things to dead why did he then thus counterfeit her looks if she did blush twas tender modest shame being in the sacred presence of a king

if he did blush twas red immodest shame to veil his eyes amiss being a king if she looked pale twas silly woman's fear to bear herself in presence of a king if he looked pale it was with guilty fear to dote amiss being a mighty king then scottish wars fare well

I fear twill prove a lingering English siege of peevish love. Here comes his highness, walking all alone. Enter King Edward. She is grown more fairer far since I came hither. Her voice more silver every word than other. Her wit more fluent. What a strange discourse unfolded she of David and his Scots. Even thus, quoth she, he spake.

and then spoke broad with epithets and accents of the scot but somewhat better than the scot could speak and thus quoth she and answered then herself for who could speak like her but she herself breathes from the wall an angel's note from heaven of sweet defiance to her barbarous foes when she would talk of peace methinks her tongue commanded war to prison

when of war it wakens caesar from his roman grave to hear war beautified by her discourse wisdom is foolishness but in her tongue beauty a slander but in her fair face there is no summer but in her cheerful looks nor frosty winter but in her disdain

I cannot blame the Scots that did besiege her, for she is all the treasure of our land. But call them cowards, that they ran away, having so rich and fair a cause to stay. Art thou there, Lodowick? Give me ink and paper. I will, my liege. And bid the lords hold on their play at chess, for we will walk and meditate alone. I will, my sovereign.

This fellow is well read in poetry, and hath a lusty and persuasive spirit. I will acquaint him with my passion, which he shall shadow with a veil of lawn, through which the queen of beauties, queen, shall see herself the ground of my infirmity. Exit Lodewick. Hast thou pen, ink, and paper ready, Lodewick? Ready, my liege.

then in the summer arbour sit by me make it our council-house or cabinet since green are thoughts green be the conventicle where we will ease us by disburdening them now lodewick invocate some golden muse to bring thee hither an enchanted pen that may for sighs set down true sighs indeed

talking of grief to make thee ready grown and when thou writest of tears and couch the word before and after with such sweet laments that it may raise drops in a tartar's eye and make a flint heart scythian pitiful for so much moving hath a poet's pen then if thou be a poet move thou so and be enriched by thy sovereign's love

for if the touch of sweet concordant strings could force attendance in the ears of hell how much more shall the strains of poets wit beguile and ravish soft and humane minds to whom my lord shall i direct my style to one that shames the fair and sots the wise whose bod is an abstract or a brief contains each general virtue in the world

better than beautiful thou must begin devise for fair a fairer word than fair and every ornament that thou wouldst praise fly it a pitch above the sore of praise for flattery fear thou not to be convicted

for were thy admiration ten times more ten times ten thousand more the worth exceeds of that thou art to praise thy praise's worth begin i will to contemplate the while forget not to set down how passionate how heartsick and how full of languishment her beauty makes me write i to a woman

What beauty else could triumph over me? Or who but women do our love lays greet? What, think'st thou, I did bid thee praise a horse? Of what condition or state she is? 'Twere requisite that I should know, my lord. Of such a state that hers is as a throne, And my estate the footstool where she treads.

then mayst thou judge what her condition is by the proportion of her mightiness write on while i peruse her in my thoughts her voice to music or the nightingale to music every summer leaping swain compares his sunburnt lover when she speaks

and why should i speak of the nightingale the nightingale sings of adulterate wrong and that compared is too satirical for sin though sin would not be so esteemed but rather virtue sin sin virtue deemed

her hair far softer than the silkworm's twist like to a flattering glass doth make more fair the yellow amber like a flattering glass comes in too soon for writing of her eyes i'll say that like a glass they catch the sun and thence the hot reflection doth rebound against the breast and burns my heart within

ah what a world of dissent makes my soul upon this voluntary ground of love come lodewijk hast thou turned thy ink to gold if not write but in letters capital my mistress's name and it will gild thy paper read lord read fill thou the empty hollows of mine ears with the sweet hearing of thy poetry

i have not to a period brought her praise her praise is as my love both infinite which apprehends such violent extremes that they disdain an ending period her beauty hath no match but my affection hers more than most mine most and more than more hers more to praise than tell the sea by drops

nay more than drop the massy earth by sands and sand by sand print them in memory then wherefore talkest thou of a period to that which craves unended admiration read let us hear more fair and chaste than is the queen of shades

that line hath two faults gross and palpable comparest thou her to the pale queen of night who being set in dark seems therefore light what is she when the sun lifts up his head but like a fading taper dim and dead my love shall brave the eye of heaven at noon and being unmasked outshine the golden sun

what is the other fault my sov'reign lord read o'er the line again more fair and chaste i did not bid thee talk of chastity to ransack so the treasure of her mind for i had rather have her chasted than chaste

out with the moon-line i will none of it and let me have her likened to the sun say she hath thrice more splendour than the sun that her perfections emulate the sun that she breeds sweets as plenteous as the sun

that she doth thaw cold winter like the sun that she doth cheer fresh summer like the sun that she doth dazzle gazers like the sun and in this application to the sun bid her be free and general as the sun who smiles upon the basest weed that grows as lovingly as on the fragrant rose let's see what follows that same moonlight line

More fair and chaste than is the queen of shades, More bold in constance. In constance? Then who? Then Judith was. O monstrous line! Put in the next a sword, And I shall woo her to cut of my head. Blot, blot, good Lordowick, let us hear the next. There's all that yet is done. I thank thee then. Thou hast done little ill,

but what is done is passing passing ill no let the captain talk of boisterous war the prisoner of immured dark constraint the sick man best sets down the pangs of death the man that starves the sweetness of a feast the frozen soul the benefit of fire and every grief his happy opposite

love cannot sound well but in lovers tongues give me the pen and paper i will write enter countess basoft here comes the treasurer of my spirit lodewijk thou knowest not how to draw a battle these wings these flankers and these squadrons argue in thee defective discipline thou shouldst have placed this here this other here

pardon my boldness my thrice gracious lords let my intrusion here be call'd my duty that comes to see my sovran how he fares go draw the same i tell thee in what form i go exit lot a week sorry i am to see my liege so sad what may thy subject do to drive from thee thy gloomy consort sullum melanchly

Ah, lady, I am blunt, and cannot straw The flowers of solace in a ground of shame. Since I came hither, countess, I am wronged. Now God forbid that any in my house Should think my sovereign wrong. Thrice, gentle king, Acquaint me with your cause of discontent. How near then shall I be to remedy? As near, my liege, as all my woman's power Can pawn itself to buy thy remedy.

if thou speak'st true then have i my redress engage thy power to redeem my joys and i am joyful countess else i die count i will my liege sir geoffrey swear countess that thou wilt count by heaven i will

Then take thyself a little way aside, and tell thyself a king doth dote on thee. Say that within thy power it doth lie to make him happy, and that thou hast sworn to give him all the joy within thy power. Do this, and tell me when I shall be happy."

All this is done, my thrice-dread sovereign. That power of love that I have power to give Thou hast with all devout obedience. Employ me how thou wilt in proof thereof. Thou hear'st me say I do dote on thee. If on my beauty take it if thou canst, Though little I do prize it ten times less. If on my virtue take it if thou canst, For virtue's store by giving doth augment.

be it on what it will that i can give and thou canst take away inherit it it is thy beauty that i would enjoy oh were it painted i would wipe it off and dispossess myself to give it thee but sovereign it is soldered to my life take one and both for like an humble shadow it haunts the sunshine of my summer's life but thou mayst lend it me to sport withal

as easy may my intellectual soul be lent away and yet my body live as lend my body palace to my soul away from her and yet retain my soul my body is her bower her court her abbey and she an angel pure divine unspotted if i should leave her house my lord to thee i kill my poor soul and my poor soul me

Didst thou not swear to give me what I would? I did, my liege; so what you would I could. I wish no more of thee than thou mayest give, nor beg I do not; but I rather buy. That is thy love, and for that love of thine in rich exchange I tender to thee mine. But that your lips were sacred, my lord, you would profane the holy name of love.

That love you offer me you cannot give, for Caesar owes that tribute to his queen. That love you beg of me I cannot give, for Sarah owes that duty to her lord. He that doth clip or counterfeit your stamp shall die, my lord, and will your sacred self commit high treason against the King of heaven to stamp his image in forbidden metal, forgetting your allegiance and your oath.

In violating marriage sacred law, you break a greater honour than yourself. To be a king is of a younger house than to be married. Your progenitor, so reigning Adam on the universe, by God was honoured for a married man, but not by him anointed for a king. It is a penalty to break your statutes, though not enacted with your Highness' hand. How much more to infringe the holy act made by the mouth of God, sealed with his hand?

I know my sovereign in my husband's love, Who now doth loyal service in his wars, Doth but so try the wife of Salisbury, Whither she will hear a wanton's tale or no, Lest being therein guilty by my stay, From that, not from my liege, I turn away. Exit. Whether is her beauty by her words dying, Or are her words sweet chaplains to her beauty,

like as the wind doth beautify a sail and as a sail becomes the unseen wind so do her words her beauties beauties words oh that i were a honey-gathering bee to bear the comb of virtue from this flower and not a poison-sucking envious spider to turn the juice i take to deadly venom religion is austere and beauty gentle

too strict a guardian for so fair a ward oh that she were as is the air to me why so she is for when i would embrace her this do i and catch nothing but myself i must enjoy her for i cannot beat with reason and reproof fond love away enter warwick

here comes her father i will work with him to bear my colors in this field of love how is it that my sovereign is so sad may i with pardon know your highness's grief that my old endeavor will remove it it shall not come belong your majesty

a kind and voluntary gift thou profferest that i was forward to have begged of thee but o thou world great nurse of flattery why dost thou tip men's tongues with golden words and pease their deeds with weight of heavy lead that fair performance cannot follow promise

o that a man might hold the heart's close book and choke the lavish tongue when it doth utter the breath of falsehood not character'd there far be it from the honour of my age that i should owe bright gold and render lead age is a cynic not a flatterer i say again that if i knew your grief and that by me it may be lessened my proper harm should buy your highness good

these are the vulgar tenders of false men that never pay the duty o their words thou wilt not stick to swear what thou hast said but even when thou knowest my grief's condition this rash disgorged vomit of thy word thou wilt eat up again and leave me helpless by heaven i will not though your majesty did bid me run upon your sword and die

Say that my grief is no way medicinable but by the loss and bruising of thine honour. If nothing but that loss may vantage you, I would account that loss my vantage too. Think'st that thou canst unswear thy oath again? I cannot, nor I would not if I could. But if thou dost, what shall I say to thee?

What may be said to any perjured villain, that breaks the sacred warrant of an oath? What wilt thou say to one that breaks an oath? That he hath broke his faith with God and man, and from them both stands excommunicate. What office were it, to suggest a man to break a lawful and religious vow? An office for the devil, not for man.

that devil's office must thou do for me or break thy oath or cancel all the bonds of love and duty twixt thyself and me and therefore warwick if thou art thyself the lord and master of thy word and oath go to thy daughter and in my behalf command her woo her win her any ways to be my mistress and my secret love

I will not stand to hear thee make reply, Thy oath break hers, or let thy sovereign die. Exit. O doting king, O detestable office, Well may I tempt myself to wrong myself, When he hath sworn me by the name of God, To break a vow made by the name of God. What if I swear by this right hand of mine To cut this right hand off?

the better way were to profane the idol than to confound it, but neither will I do. I'll keep mine oath, and to my daughter make a recantation of all the virtue I have preached to her. I'll say she must forget her husband Salisbury if she remember to embrace the king. I'll say an oath may easily be broken, but not so easily pardoned being broken.

I'll say it is true charity to love, but not true love to be so charitable. I'll say his greatness may bear out the shame, but not his kingdom can buy out the sin. I'll say it is my duty to persuade, but not her honesty to give consent. See where she comes. Was never father had against his child an embassage so bad.

my lord and father i have sought for you my mother and the peers importune you to keep in presence of his majesty and do your best to make his highness merry how shall i enter this graceless arrant i must not call her child for where's the father that will in such a suit seduce his child then wife of salisbury shall i so begin

No, he's my friend, and where is found the friend that will do friendship such endamagement? To the Countess. Neither my daughter nor my dear friend's wife. I am not Warwick as thou think'st I am, but an attorney from the court of hell that thus have housed my spirit in his form to do a message to thee from the king. The mighty king of England dotes on thee. He that hath power to take away thy life

hath power to take thy honour then consent to pawn thine honour rather than thy life honour is often lost and got again but life once gone hath no recovery the sun that withers hay doth nourish grass the king that would disdain thee will advance thee the poets write that great achilles spear could heal the wound it made

the moral is what mighty men must do they can amend the lion doth become his bloody jaws and grace his foragement by being mild when vassal fear lies trembling at his feet the king will in his glory hide thy shame and those that gaze on him to find out thee will lose their eyesight looking in the sun what can one drop of poison harm the sea

whose huge vastures can digest the ill and make it lose his operation the king's great name will temper thy misdeeds and give the bitter potion of reproach a sugared sweet and most delicious taste besides it is no harm to do the thing which without shame could not be left undone

thus have i in his majesties behalf apparell'd sin in vertuous sentences and dwell upon thy answer in his suit unnatural besiege woe me unhappy to have escap'd the danger of my foes and to be ten times worse injur'd by friends hath he no means to stain my honest blood but to corrupt the author of my blood to be his scandalous and vile solicitor

no marvel though the branches be then infected when poison hath encompassed the root no marvel though the leprous infant die when the stern damon venometh the dug why then give sin a passport to offend and youth the dangerous reign of liberty blot out the strict forbidding of the law and cancel every canon that prescribes a shame for shame or penance for offence

No, let me die, if his too boisterous will will have it so, before I will consent to be an actor in his graceless lust. Why, now thou speak'st as I would have thee speak, and mark how I unsay my words again. An honourable grave is more esteemed than the polluted closet of a king. The greater man, the greater is the thing, be it good or bad, that he shall undertake.

an unreputed mote flying in the sun presents a greater substance than it is the freshest summer's day doth soonest taint the loathed carrion that it seems to kiss deep are the blows made with a mighty axe that sin doth ten times aggravate itself that is committed in a holy place an evil deed done by authority is sin and subornation

Deccan ape, in tissue and the beauty of the robe, adds but the greater scorn unto the beast. A spacious field of reason could I urge between his glory, daughter, and thy shame. That poison shows worst in a golden cup. Dark nights seem darker by the lightning flash. Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds, and every glory that inclines to sin, the shame is treble by the opposite.

so leave i with my blessing in thy bosom which then convert to a most heavy curse when thou convertest from honour's golden name to the black faction of bed blotting shame i'll follow thee and when my mind turns so my body sink my soul in endless woe act two scene two the same a room in the castle

enter at one door d'arby from france at another door audley with a drum audley thrice noble audley well encountered here how is it with our sovereign and his peers tis full a fortnight since i saw his highness what time he sent me forth to must a man which i accordingly have done and bring them hither in fair array before his majesty

what news my lord of derby from the emperor as good as we desire the emperor hath yielded to his highness's friendly aid and makes our king lieutenant-general in all his lands and large dominions then via for the spacious bounds of france what does his highness leap to hear these news i have not yet found time to open them

the king is in his closet malcontent for what i know not but he gave in charge till after dinner none should interrupt him the countess salisbury and her father warwick archweiss and all look underneath the brows undoubtedly then something is amiss trumpet within the trumpet's sound the king is now abroad

enter the king here comes his highness befall my sovereign all my sovereign's wish ah that thou wert a wit to make it so the emperor greeteth you presenting letters would it were the countess and hath accorded to your highness sweet thou liest she hath not but i would she had all love and duty to my lord the king

Well, all but one is none. What news with you? I have, my liege, levied those horse and foot according to your charge, and brought them hither. Then let those foot trudge hence, upon those horse according to our discharge, and be gone. Darby, I'll look upon the countess's mind anon. The countess's mind, my liege? I mean the Emperor. Leave me alone. What is his mind?

Let's leave him to his humour. Exeunt. Thus from the heart's aboundance speaks the tongue. Countess for emperor, and indeed why not? She is as imperator over me, and I to her am as a kneeling vassal that observes the pleasure or displeasure of her eye. Enter Lodewijk. What says the more than Cleopatra's match to Caesar now?

that yet my liege ere night she will resolve your majesty drum within what drum is this that thunders forth this march to start the tender cupid in my bosom

Poor ship-skin, how it brawls with him that beateth it! Go, break the thundering parchment bottom out, and I will teach it to conduct sweet lines unto the bosom of a heavenly nymph; for I will use it as my writing-paper, and so reduce him from a scolding drum to be the herald and dear council-bearer betwixt a goddess and a mighty king.

go bid the drummer learn to touch the lute or hang him in the braces of his drum for now we think it an uncivil thing to trouble heaven with such harsh resounds away

the quarrel that i have requires no arms but these of mine and these shall meet my foe in a deep march of penetrable groans my eyes shall be my arrows and my sighs shall serve me as the vantage of the wind to whirl away my sweetest artillery

ah but alas she wins the son of me for that is she herself and thence it comes that poets term the wanton warrior blind but love hath eyes as judgment to his steps till too much loved glory dazzles them enter lottewick how now my liege the drum that stroked the lusty march stands with prince edward your thrice valiant son

Enter Prince Edward. I see the boy. Oh, how his mother's face, modelled in his, corrects my strayed desire, and rates my heart and chides my thievish eye, who, being rich enough in seeing her, yet seeks elsewhere, and basest theft is that which cannot cloak itself on poverty. Now, boy, what news?

I have assembled, my dear Lord and Father, the choicest buds of all our English blood for our affairs in France, and here we come to take direction from your Majesty. Still do I see in him delineate his mother's visage. Those his eyes are hers, who looking wistily on me make me blush, for faults against themselves give evidence.

Lust is fire, and men like lanthorns show life-lust within themselves, even through themselves. Away, loose silks of wavering vanity! Shall the large limit of fair Britain by me be overthrown, and shall I not master this little mansion of myself? Give me an armor of eternal steel! I go to conquer kings, and shall I not then subdue myself?

and be my enemy's friend it must not be come boy forward advance let's with our colours sweet the air of france enter lodewijk my liege the countess with a smiling cheer desires access unto your majesty

why there it goes that very smile of hers hath ransomed captive france and set the king the dauphin and the peers at liberty go leave me ned and revel with thy friends exit prince edward

thy mother is but black and thou like her dost put it in my mind how foul she is go fetch the countess hither in thy hand and let her chase away these winter clouds for she gives beauty both to heaven and earth exit

the sin is more to hack and hew poor men than to embrace in an unlawful bed the register of all rarities since lethearn adam till this youngest hour enter countess escorted by lodewijk go lodewijk put thy hand into my purse play spend give riot waste do what thou wilt so thou wilt hence awhile and leave me here exit

Now, my soul's playfellow, art thou come To speak the more than heavenly word of yea To my objection in thy beauteous love? My father on his blessing hath commanded That thou shalt yield to me? Ay, dear my liege, your due. And that, my dearest love, can be no less Than right for right and tender love for love. Than wrong for wrong and endless hate for hate

but sith i see your majesty so bent that my unwillingness my husband's love your high estate nor no respect respected can be my help but that your mightiness will overbear and awe these dear regards i bind my discontent to my content and what i would not i'll compel i will provided that yourself remove those lets that stand between your highness love and mine

Name them fair countess, and by heaven I will. It is their lives that stand between our love, That I would have choked up my sovereign. Whose lives, my lady? My thrice-loving liege, your queen, And Salisbury, my wedded husband, Who living hath that title in our love, That we cannot bestow but by their death. Thy opposition is beyond our law.

so is your desire if the law can hinder you to execute the one let it forbid you to attempt the other i cannot think you love me as you say unless you do make good what you have sworn no more thy husband and the queen shall die fairer thou art by far than hero was beardless leander not so strong as i

He swam an easy current for his love, but I will through a hell's point of blood to arrive at Cestus where my hero lies. Nay, you'll do more. You'll make the river to with their heart bloods that keep our love asunder, of which my husband and your wife are twain. Thy beauty makes them guilty of their death and gives in evidence that they shall die, upon which verdict I their judge condemn them.

Aside. O purgíd beauty, more corrupted judge, When to the great star-chamber o'er our heads The universal sessions calls to count this packing evil, We both shall tremble for it. What says my fair love? is she resolute? Resolute to be dissolute, and therefore this: Keep but thy word, great king, and I am thine.

Stand where thou dost, I'll part a little from thee, and see how I will yield me to thy hands. Turning suddenly upon him, and showing two daggers. Here by my side doth hang my wedding-knives. Take thou the one, and with it kill thy queen, and learn by me to find her where she lies, and with this other I'll dispatch my love, which now lies fast asleep within my heart.

when they are gone then i'll consent to love stir not lascivious king to hinder me my resolution is more nimbler far than thy prevention can be in my rescue and if thou stir i strike therefore stand still and hear the choice that i will put thee to either swear to leave thy most unholy suit and never henceforth to solicit me

or else by heaven this sharp pointed knife shall stain thy earth with that which thou wouldst stain my poor chaste blood swear edward swear or i will strike and die before thee here

even by that power i swear that gives me now the power to be ashamed of myself i never mean to part my lips again in any words that tends to such a suit arise true english lady whom our isle may better boast of than ever roman might of her whose ransacked treasury hath tasked the vain endeavour of so many pens arise and be my fault thy honour's fame

which after ages shall enrich thee with i am awakened from this idle dream warwick my son darby artois and audley brave warriors all where are you all this while enter all warwick i make thee warden of the north thou prince of wales and audley straight to sea scour to new haven some there stay for me

myself artois and darby will through flanders to greet our friends there and to crave their aid this night will scarce suffice a faithful lover for ere the sun shall gild the eastern sky we'll wake him with our martial harmony exeunt act

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Act 3 of The Reign of King Edward III, attributed in part to William Shakespeare. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in public domain.

for more information or to volunteer please visit libby vaux dot org scene one flanders the french camp enter king john of france his two sons charles of normandy and philip and the duke of lorraine

here till our navy of a thousand sail have made a breakfast to our foe by sea let us encamp to wait their happy speed lorraine what readiness is edward in how hast thou heard that he provided is of martial furniture for this exploit to lay aside unnecessary soothing and not to spend the time in circumstance tis bruited for a certainty my lord that he's exceedingly strongly fortified

His subjects flock as willingly to war, as if unto a triumph they were led. England was wont to harbour malcontents, bloodthirsty and seditious Catalines, spendthrifts, and such as gape for nothing else but changing and alteration of the state. And is it possible that they are now so loyal in themselves?'

all but the scot who solemnly protests as heretofore i have informed his grace never to sheathe his sword or take a truce ah that's the anchorage of some better hope

but on the other side to think what friends king edward hath retained in netherland among those ever bibbing epicures those frothy dutchmen puffed with double beer that drink and swill in every place they come doth not a little aggravate mine ire besides we hear the emperor conjoins and stalls him in his own authority

but all the mightier that their number is the greater glory reaps the victory some friends have we beside domestic power the stern polonian and the warlike dane the king of bohemia and of sicily are all become confederates with us and as i think are marching hither apace drum within but soft i hear the music of their drums by which i guess that their approach is near

enter the king of bohemia with danes and a polonian captain with other soldiers another way king john of france as league and neighbourhood requires when friends are any way distressed i come to aid thee with my country's force and from great moscow fearful to the turk and lofty poland nurse of hardy men i bring thee servitors to fight for thee who willingly will venture in thy cause

welcome bohemian king and welcome all this your great kindness i will not forget besides your plentiful rewards in crowns that from our treasury ye shall receive there comes a hare-brained nation decked in pride the spoil of whom will be a treble gain

and now my hope is full my joy complete at sea we are as puissant as the force of agamemnon in the haven of troy by land with xerxes we compare of strength whose soldiers drank up rivers in their thirst then bayard like blind overweening ned to reach at our imperial diadem is either to be swallowed of the waves or hacked to pieces when thou comest ashore

inter marina near to the coast i have descried my lord as i was by in my watchful charge the proud armada of king edward's ships which at the first far off when i did ken seemed as it were a grove of withered pines but drawing near their glorious bright aspect their streaming ensigns wrought of coloured silk like to a meadow full of sundry flowers adorns the naked bosom of the earth

majestical the order of their course figuring the horned circle of the moon and on the top gallant of the admiral and likewise all the handmaids of his train the arms of england and of france unite are quartered equally by herald's art thus tightly carried with a merry gale they plough the ocean hitherward amain dare he already crop the flair de luce

i hope the honey being gathered thence he with the spider afterward approached shall suck forth deadly venom from the leaves but where's our navy how are they prepared to wing themselves against this flight of ravens they having knowledge brought them by the scouts did break from anchor straight and puffed with rage no otherwise than were their sails with wind made forth as when the empty eagle flies to satisfy his hungry griping maw

there's for thy news return unto thy bark and if thou scape the bloody stroke of war and do survive the conflict come again and let us hear the manner of the fight exit mariner

mean space my lords tis best we be dispersed to several places least they chance to land first you my lord with your wohimean troops shall pitch your betais on the lower hand my eldest son the duke of normandy together with the aid of muscovites shall climb the higher ground another way

here in the middle cost betwixt you both philip my youngest boy and i will lodge so lors begone and look unto your charge you stand for france an empire fair and large now tell me philip what is thy concept touching the challenge that the english make

i say my lord claim edward what he can and bring he ne'er so plain a pedigree tis you are in the possession of the crown and that's the surest point of all the law but were it not yet ere he should prevail i'll make a conduit of my dearest blood or chase those straggling upstarts home again well said young philip call for bread and wine that we may cheer our stomachs with repast to look our foes more sternly in the face

A table and provisions brought in. The battle-herd afar off. Now is begun the heavy day at sea. Fight, Frenchmen, fight! Be like the field of bears when they defend their younglings in the caves. Stir, angry nemesis, the happy helm, that with the sulphur battles of your rage the English fleet may be dispersed and sunk.

O father, how this echoing cannon-shot, like sweet harmony, digests my eats! Now, boy, thou hearest what thundering terror 'tis to buckle for a kingdom's sovereignty. The earth, with giddy trembling when it shakes, or when the exhalations of the air breaks in extremity of lightning flash, affrights not more than kings when they dispose to show the rancor of their high swollen hearts.

Retreat. Retreat is sounded. One side hath the worse. O, if it be the French sweet fortune turn, and in thy turning change the forward winds, that with advantage of a favoring sky our men may vanquish, and the other fly. Intermarina.

my heart misgives say mirror of pale death to whom belongs the honour of this day relate i pray thee if thy breath will serve the sad discourse of this discomfiture i will my lord my gracious sovereign france hath ta'en the foil and boasting edward triumphs with success

these iron-hearted navies when last i was reported to your grace both full of angry spleen of hope and fear hasting to meet each other in the face at last conjoined and by their admiral our admiral encountered many shot

by this the other that beheld these twain gave earnest penny of a further rack like fiery dragons took their haughty flight and likewise meeting from their smoky wombs sent many grim ambassadors of death

then gan the day to turn to gloomy night and darkness did as well enclose the quick as those that were but newly reft of life no leisure served for friends to bid farewell and if it had the hideous noise was such as each to other seemed deaf and dumb purple the sea whose channel filled as fast with streaming gore that from the maimid fell as did her gushing moisture break into the crannied clefts of the through-shot planks

here flew a head dissevered from the trunk there mangled arms and legs were tossed aloft as when a whirlwind takes the summer dust and scatters it in middle of the air then might ye see the reeling vessels split and tottering sink into the ruthless flood until their lofty tops were seen no more

all shifts were tried both for defence and hurt and now the effect of valour and of force of resolution and of cowardice we lively pictures how the one for fame the other by compulsion laid about

much did the nonpareil that brave ship so did the black snake of bullen than which a bonnier vessel never yet spread sail but all in vain both sun the wind and tide revolted all unto our foemen's side that we perforce were fain to give them way and they are landed thus my tale is done we have untimely lost and they have won

Then rests there nothing but with present speed To join our several forces all in one, And bid them battle ere they range too far. Come, gentle Philip, let us hence depart; The soldier's words have pierced thy father's heart. Act III, Scene II. Picardy. Fields near Crecy. Enter two Frenchmen, a woman and two little children meet them, and other citizens.

well met my masters how now what's the news and wherefore are ye laden thus with stuff is it quarter day that you will remove and carry bag and baggage too quarter day ay and quartering day i fear have ye not heard the news that flies abroad what news how the french navy is destroyed at sea and that the english army is arrived what then what then quoth you

why is't not time to fly when envy and destruction is so nigh the man they are far enough from hence and will be met i warrant you to their cost before they break so far into the realm ay so the grasshopper doth spend the time in mirthful jollity till winter come and then too late he would redeem his time when frozen cold hath nipp'd his careless head

he that no sooner will provide a cloak than when he sees it doth begin to rain may peradventure for his negligence be thoroughly washed when he suspects it not we that have charge and such a train as this must look in time to look for them and us lest when we would we cannot be relieved take you then despair of all success and think your country will be subjugate we cannot tell tis good to fear the worst

yet rather fight then like unnatural sons forsake your loving parents in distress tush they that have already taken alms are many fearful millions in respect of that small handful of our enemies but tis a rightful quarrel must prevail

atreid is son unto our late king's sister when john valois is three degrees removed adriane besides there goes a prophecy abroad published by one that was a friar once whose oracles have many times proved true

and now he says the time will shortly come when as a lion roused in the west shall carry hence the fleurs-de-luce of france these i can tell you and such like surmises strike many frenchmen cold unto the heart enter a frenchman

Fly, countrymen and citizens of France, Sweet flowering peace, the root of happy life, Is quite abandoned and expulsed the land, Instead of whom ransacked, constraining war, Sits like the ravens upon your houses' tops. Slaughter and mischief walk within your streets, And unrestrained make havocs they pass, The form whereof even now myself beheld Upon this fair mountain whence I came.

for so far as i directed mine eyes i might perceive five cities all on fire cornfields and vineyards burning like an oven and as the reeking vapour in the wind turned but aside i likewise might discern the poor inhabitants escape the flame fall numberless upon the soldiers pikes three ways these dreadful ministers of wrath do tread the measures of their tragic march upon the right hand comes the conquering king

upon the left his hot unbridled sun and in the midst our nation's glittering host all which though distant yet conspire in one to leave a desolation where they come fly therefore citizens if you be wise seek out some habitation further off here if you stay your wives will be abused your treasure shared before your weeping eyes

shelter yourselves for now the storm doth rise away away and thinks i hear their drums ah wretched france i greatly fear thy fall thy glory shaketh like a tottering wall act three scene three the same drums enter king edward and the earl of derby with soldiers and gobain the

where's the frenchman by whose cunning guide we found the shallow of this river zome and had directions how to pass the sea here my good lord how art thou call'd tell me thy name gobine de grey if it please your majesty

then gobine for the service thou hast done we here enlarge and give thee liberty and for recompense beside this good thou shalt receive five hundred marks in gold i know not how we should have met our son whom now in heart i wish i might behold enter artois

good news my lord the prince is hard as hand and with him comes lord audley and the rest whom since our landing we could never meet enter prince edward lord audley and soldiers aud welcome fair prince how hast thou sped my son since thy arrival on the coast of france

successfully i thank the gracious heavens some of their strongest cities we have won as harflew lowe croate and carantine and others wasted leaving at our heels a wide apparent field and beaten path for solitariness to progress in yet those that would submit we kindly pardoned but who in scorn refused our proffered peace endured the penalty of sharp revenge

Ah, France, why shouldst thou be thus obstinate against the kind embracement of thy friends? How gently had we thought to touch thy breast, and set our foot upon thy tender mould! But that in froward and disdainful pride, thou, like a skittish and untamed colt, dost start aside and strike us with thy heels!

But tell me, Ned, in all thy warlike course hast thou not seen the usurping king of France?'

yes my good lord and not two hours ago with full a hundred thousand fighting men upon the one side of the river's bank and on the other both his multitudes i feared he would have cropped our smaller power but happily perceiving your approach he hath withdrawn himself to cressy plains where as it seemeth by his good array he means to bid us battle presently he shall be welcome that's the thing we crave

Enter King John, Dukes of Normandy and Lorraine, King of Bohemia, young Philip, and soldiers. Edward, know that John, the true King of France, musing thou shouldst encroach upon his land, and in thy tyrannous proceeding slay his faithful subjects, and subvert his towns, spits in thy face.

and in this manner following abrades thee with thine arrogant intrusion first i condemn thee for a fugitive a thievish pirate and a needy mate one that hath either no abiding-place or else inhabiting some barren soil where neither herb or fruitful grain is had doest altogether live by pilfering

next insomuch thou hast infringed thy faith broke liege and solemn covenant made with me i hold thee for a false pernicious wretch

and last of all although i scorn to cope with one so much inferior to myself yet in respect thy thirst is all for gold thy labour rather to be feared than loved to satisfy thy lust in either part here am i come and with me have i brought exceeding store of treasure pearl and coin leave therefore now to persecute the weak and armed entering conflict with the armed

Let it be seen, mongest other petty thefts, How thou canst win this pillage manfully. If gall or wormwood have a pleasant taste, Then is thy salutation honey-sweet; But as the one hath no such property, So is the other most satirical. Yet

what how i regard thy worthless taunts if thou have uttered them to foil my fame or dim the reputation of my birth know that thy wolvish barking cannot hurt

if slyly to insinuate with the world and with a strumpet's artificial line to paint thy vicious and deformed cause be well assured the counterfeit will fade and in the end thy foul defects be seen but if thou didst it to provoke me on

as who should say i were but timorous or coldly negligent did need a spur bethink thyself how slack i was at sea how since my landing i have won no towns entered no further but upon the coast and there have ever since securely slept

but if i have been otherwise employed imagine valois whether i intend to skirmish not for pillage but for the crown which thou dost wear and that i vow to have or one of us shall fall into his grave

look not for cross invectives at our hands or railing execrations of despite let creeping serpents hid in hollow banks sting with their tongues we have remorseless swords and they shall plead for us and our affairs yet thus much briefly by my father's leave

As all the immodest poison of thy throat is scandalous and most notorious lies, and our pretended quarrel is truly just, so end the battle when we meet today. May either of us prosper and prevail, or, luckless, cursed, receive eternal shame.

That needs no further question, and I know his conscience witnesseth it is my right

therefore valois say wilt thou yet resign before the sickles thrust into the corn or that enkindled fury turn to flame edward i know what right thou hast in france and ere i basely will resign my crown this champion field shall be a pool of blood and all our prospect as a slaughter-house

aye that approves thee tyrant what thou art no father king or shepherd of thy realm but one that tears her entrails with thy hands and like a thirsty tiger sucks her blood you peers of france why do you follow him that is so prodigal to spend your lives

Whom should they follow, aged impotent, but he that is their true-born sovereign? O breedest thou him because within his face time hath engraved deep characters of age? No, these grave scholars of experience, like stiff-grown oaks, will stand immovable when whirlwind quickly turns up younger trees.

was ever any of thy father's house king but thyself before this present time edward's great lineage by the mother's side five hundred years hath held the sceptre up judge then conspirators by this descent which is the true-born sovereign this or that

Father, range your battles. Pray no more. These English fain would spend the time in words. That night approaching, they might escape on fart. Lord, send my loving subjects. Now's the time that your intended force must bide the touch. Therefore, my friends, consider this in brief. He that you fight for is your natural king. He against whom you fight, a foreigner.

He that you fight for rules in clemency and reigns you with a mild and gentle bit.

he against whom you fight if he prevail will straight enthrone himself in tyranny make slaves of you and with a heavy hand curtail and curb your sweetest liberty then to protect your country and your king let but the haughty courage of your hearts answer the number of your able hands and we shall quickly chase these fugitives

for what's this edward but a belly god a tender and lascivious wantonness that th'other day was almost dead for love and what i pray you is his goodly guard such as but scant them of their chines of beef and take away their downy feather beds and presently they are as resty stiff as twere a many overridden jades

Then, Frenchmen, scorn that such should be your lords, and rather bind ye them in captive bands. Ville Roy, God save King John of France. Now, on this plain of Cressy, spread yourselves, and Edward, when thou darest, begin the fight. Exeunt King John, Charles, Philip, Lorraine, Bohemia, and forces.

we presently will meet thee john of france and english lords let us resolve this day either to clear us of that scandalous crime or be entombed in our innocence and ned because this battle is the first that ever yet thou foughtest in pitched field as ancient custom is of martialists to dub thee with a tip of chivalry in solemn manner we will give thee arms

Come therefore, heralds, orderly, bring forth a strong attirement for the prince my son. Enter four heralds, bringing in a coat of armour, a helmet, a lance, and a shield. Edward Plantagonet, in the name of God, as with this armour I impale thy breast, so be thy noble unrelenting heart walled in with flint of matchless fortitude.

that never base affections enter there fight and be valiant conquer where thou comest now follow lords and do him honour too edward plantagenet prince of wales as i do set this helmet on thy head wherewith the chamber of thy brain is fenced so may the temples with bellona's hand be still adorned with laurel victory

fight and be valiant conquer where thou comest edward plantagenet prince of wales receive this lance into thy manly hand use it in fashion of a brazen pen to draw forth bloody stratagems in france and print thy valiant deeds in honor's book fight and be valiant vanquish where thou comest

edward plantagenet prince of wales hold take this target wear it on thy arm and may the view thereof like perseus shield astonish and transform thy gazing foes to senseless images of meagre death fight and be valiant conquer where thou com'st now wants there naught but knighthood which deferred we leave till thou hast won it in the field

my gracious father and ye forward peers this honour you have done me animates and cheers my green yet scarce appearing strength with comfortable good presaging signs no otherwise than did old jacob's words whenas he breathed his blessings on his sons

These hallowed gifts of yours, when I profane or use them not to glory of my God, to patronage the fatherless and poor, or for the benefit of England's peace, benumb my joints, wax feeble both mine arms, wither my heart, that like a sapless tree I may remain the map of infamy.

then thus our steeled battles shall be ranged the leading of the bayward ned is thine to dignify whose lusty spirit the more we temper it with audley's gravity

that courage and experience join'd in one your manage may be second unto none for the main battles i will guide myself and darby in a rearward march behind that orderly dispos'd and set in ray let us to horse and god grant us the day act three scene four

the same alarum enter a many frenchmen flying after them prince edward running then enter king john and duke of lorraine o lorraine say what mean our men to fly our number is far greater than our foes the garrison of genoese my lord that came from paris weary with their march

grudging to be so suddenly employed no sooner in the forefront took their place but straight retiring so dismayed the rest as likewise they betook themselves to flight in which for haste to make a safe escape more in the clustering throng are pressed to death than by the enemy a thousandfold oh hapless fortune let us yet a say if we can counsel some of them to stay

Exeunt. Act 3, Scene 5. The same. Enter King Edward and Audley. Lord Audley, whilst our son is in the chase, withdraw our powers unto this little hill, and here a season let us breathe ourselves. I will, my lord. Exit. Sound retreat.

just dooming heaven whose secret providence to our gross judgment is inscrutable how are we bound to praise thy wondrous works that hast this day given way unto the right and made the wicked stumble at themselves into artois rescue king edward rescue for thy son rescue artois what is he prisoner or by violence fell beside his horse

neither my lord but narrowly beset with turning frenchmen whom he did pursue as tis impossible that he should scape except your highness presently descend tut let him fight we gave him arms to-day and he is labouring for a knighthood man into derby the prince my lord the prince oh succour him he is close encompass'd with a world of odds

then will he win a world of honour too if he by valour can redeem him thence if not what remedy we have more sons than one to comfort our declining age renown'd edward give me leave i pray to lead my soldiers where i may relieve your grace's son in tainture to be slain

the snares of french like emmets on a bank muster about him whilst he lion-like entangled in the net of their assaults frantically rends and bites the woven toil but all in vain he cannot free himself audley content i will not have a man on pain of death sent forth to succour him that is the day ordain'd by destiny

to season his courage with those grievous thoughts that if he breaketh out nestor's years on earth will make him savour still of this exploit but he shall not live to see those days why then his epitaph is lasting praise yet good my lord tis too much wilfulness to let his blood be spilt that may be saved

exclaim no more for none of you can tell whether a borrowed aid will serve or no perhaps he is already slain or ta'en and dare a falcon when she's in her flight and ever after she'll be haggard like let edward be delivered by our hands and still in danger he'll expect the like

but if himself himself redeem from thence he will have vanquished cheerful death and fear and ever after dread their force no more than if they were but babes or captive slaves oh cruel father farewell edward then farewell sweet prince the hope of chivalry oh would my life might ransom him from death retreat sounded

but soft methinks i hear the dismal charge of trumpets loud retreat all are not slain i hope that went with him some will return with tidings good or bad enter prince edward in triumph bearing in his hands his shiver'd lance and the king of bohemia born before wrapt in the colours they run and embrace him edward o joyful sight victorious edward lives

Welcome, brave prince. Welcome, Plantagonet. Nails and kisses his father's hand.

first having done my duty as beseemed lords i regreet you all with hearty thanks and now behold after my winter's toil my painful voyage on the boisterous sea of war's devouring gulfs and steely rocks i bring my fraught unto the wished port my summer's hope my travel's sweet reward

and here with humble duty i present this sacrifice this first fruit of my sword cropp'd and cut down even at the gate of death the king of bohem father whom i slew whose thousands had entrenched me round about and lay as thick upon my batter'd crest as on an anvil with their pond'rous glaives

yet marble courage still did underprop and when my weary arms with often blows like the continual labouring woodman's axe that is enjoin'd to fell a load of oaks began to falter

straight i would record my gifts you gave me and my zealous vow and then new courage made me fresh again that in despite i carved my passage forth and put the multitude to speedy flight lo thus hath edward's hand filled your request and done i hope the duty of a knight ay well thou hast deserved a knighthood ned

and therefore with thy sword yet reeking warm his sword borne by a soldier with blood of those that fought to be thy bane arise prince edward trusty knight-at-arms this day thou hast confounded me with joy and pru'd thyself fit heir unto a king

here is a note my gracious lord of those that in this conflict of our foes were slain eleven princes of esteem four score barons a hundred and twenty knights and thirty thousand common soldiers and of our men a thousand our god be praised now john of france i hope thou knowest king edward for no wantonness no love-sick cockney nor his soldiers jades

But which way is the fearful king escaped? Towards Poitiers' noble father and his sons. Ned, thou and Audley shall pursue them still. Myself and Derby will to Calais straight, and there be begirt that haven town with siege. Now lies it on an upshot, therefore strike, and wistly follow, whilst the game's on foot. What picture's this? A pelican, my lord.

wounding her bosom with her crooked beak that so her nest of young ones may be fed with drops of blood that issue from her heart the motto sic et vos and so should you end of act three

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ACT IV. BRITAINIA. CAMP OF THE ENGLISH. ENTER LORD MOUNTFORD WITH A CORONET IN HIS HAND, WITH HIM THE EARL OF SALSBURY.

My lord of Salisbury, since by your aid mine enemy Sir Charles of Blois is slain, and I again am quietly possessed in Britain's dukedom, know that I resolve for this kind furtherance of your king and you to swear allegiance to his majesty, in sign whereof receive this coronet, bear it unto him, and withal mine oath, never to be but Edward's faithful friend. I take it, Mountford.

Thus, I hope, ere long the whole dominions of the realm of France will be surrendered to his conquering hand. Exit Mountford. Now, if I knew but safely how to pass, I would at Calise gladly meet his grace, whether I am by letter certified that he intends to have his host removed. It shall be so. This policy will serve. Ho! Who's within? Bring Villiers to me. Enter Villiers.

villiers thou knowest thou art my prisoner and that i might for ransom if i would require of thee a hundred thousand francs or else retain and keep thee captive still but so it is that for a smaller charge thou mayst be quit and if thou wilt thyself

and this it is procure me but a passport of charles the duke of normandy that i without restraint may have recourse to calice through all the countries where he hath to do which thou mayst easily obtain i think by reason i have often heard thee say he and thou were students once together and then thou shalt be set at liberty how sayest thou wilt thou undertake to do it

I will, my lord, but I must speak with him. Why, so thou shalt.

take horse and post from hence only before thou goest swear by thy faith that if thou canst not compass my desire thou wilt return my prisoner back again and that shall be sufficient warrant for me to that condition i agree my lord and i will unfailingly perform the same exit farewell

thus once i mean to try a frenchman's faith exit act four scene two picardy the english camp before calais enter king edward and darby with soldiers

since they refuse our proffered league my lord and will not open their gates and let us in we will entrench ourselves on every side that neither victuals nor supply of men may come to succour this accursed town famine shall combat where our swords are stopped enter six poor frenchmen

the promised aid that made them stand aloof is now retired and gone another way it will repent them of their stubborn will but what of these ragged slaves my lord ask what they are it seems they come from calis you wretched patterns of despair and woe what are you living men or gliding ghosts crept from your graves to walk upon the earth

No ghost, my lord, but men that breathe a life far worse than is the quiet sleep of death. We are distressed, poor inhabitants that long have been diseased, sick, and lame. And now, because we are not fit to serve, the captain of the town has thrust us forth, that so expensive victuals may be saved.

a charitable deed no doubt and worthy praise but how do you imagine then to speed we 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 and if your grace no otherwise vouchsafe as welcome death is unto us as life

poor silly men much wronged and more distrest go derby go and see that they be relieved command that victuals be appointed them and give to every one five crowns apiece d'arby and frenchmen the lion scorns to touch the yielding prey and edward's sword must flesh itself in such as wilful stubbornness hath made perverse

Enter Lord Percy. Lord Percy, welcome! What's the news in England? The Queen, my lord, comes here to your grace, and from her highness and the Lord Visergent, I bring this happy tidings of success.

David of Scotland, lately up in arms, thinking, belike, he soon should prevail, your highness being absent from the realm, is, by the fruitful service of your peers, and the painful travel of the queen herself, that, big with child, was every day in arms, vanquished, subdued, and taken prisoner. Thanks, Percy, for thy news, with all my heart. What was he took him prisoner in the field?

at esq my lord john copland is his name who entreated by her majesty denies to make surrender of his prize to any but unto your grace alone whereat the queen is grievously displeased well then we'll have a pursuivant despatch to summon copland hither out of hand and with him he shall bring his prisoner king

The queen's my lord, herself by this at the sea, and proposeth, as soon as winds will serve, to land at Calais, and to visit you. She shall be welcome, and to wait her coming I'll pitch my tent near to the sandy shore. Enter a French captain. The burgesses of Calais, mighty king, have, by a council, willingly decreed, to yield the town and castle to your hands.

upon condition, it would please your grace, to grant them benefit of life and goods. They will so. Then be like 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 i 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

and prostrate yield themselves upon their knees to be afflicted hang'd or what i please and so you may inform their masterships exeunt edward and percy

Why, this it is, to trust a broken staff. Had we not been persuaded, John, our king, would 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 rack them all. Exit. Act 4, Scene 3. Poitiers. Fields near Poitiers. The French camp. Tent of the Duke of Normandy.

enter charles of normandy and villiers i wonder villiers thou shouldst importune me for one that is our deadly enemy villiers not for his sake my gracious lord so much am i become an earnest advocate as that thereby my ransom will be quit

thy ransom man why needest thou talk of that art thou not free and are not all occasions that happen for advantage of our foes to be accepted of and stood upon no good my lord except the same be just

for profit must with honour be commix'd or else our actions are but scandalous but letting past their intricate objections would please your highness to subscribe or no i will not nor i cannot do it salisbury shall not have his will so much to claim a passport how it pleaseth himself why then i know the extremity my lord

i must return to prison whence i came kent return i hope thou wilt not what bird that hath escap'd the fowler's jinn will not beware how she is ensnare'd again or what is he so senseless and secure that having hardly pass'd a dangerous gull will put himself in peril there again

ah but it is mine oath my gracious lord which i in conscience may not violate or else a kingdom should not draw me hence el thine oath why tath doth bind thee to abide hast thou not sworn obedience to thy prince

in all things that uprightly he commands but either to persuade or threaten me not to perform the covenant of my word is lawless and i need not to obey why is it lawful for a man to kill and not to break a promise with his foe to kill my lord when war is once proclaimed so that our quarrel be for wrongs received no doubt is lawfully permitted us

but in an oath we must be well advised how do we swear and when we have sworn not to infringe it though we die therefore therefore my lord as willing i return as if i were to fly to paradise stay my villiers thine honorable men deserve to be eternally admired thy suit shall be no longer thus deferred give me the paper i'll subscribe to it

And wheretofore I loved thee as Villiers, hereafter I'll embrace thee as myself. Stay, and be still in favour with thy lord. I humbly thank you, Grace. I must dispatch, and send this passport first on to the earl, and then I will attend to your highness' pleasure. Do so, Villiers. And Charles, when he hath need, be such his soldiers, howsoever he speed. Exit Villiers.

Enter King John. Come, Charles, and arm thee. Edward is entrapped. The Prince of Wales is fallen into our hands, and we have compassed him. He cannot escape. But will your Highness fight today? What else, my son? He's scarce eight thousand strong, and we are threescore thousand at the least. I have a prophecy, my gracious Lord, wherein is written what success is like to happen us in this outrageous war.

it was delivered me at cress's field by one that is an aged hermit there when feathered fowls shall make thine army tremble and flinted stones rise and break the battle ray then think on him that doth not now dissemble for that shall be the hapless dreadful day

Yet, in the end, thy foot thou shalt advance as far in England as thy foe in France.

by this it seems we shall be fortunate for as it is impossible that stones should ever rise and break the battle-ray or airy fowl make men in arms to quake so is it like we shall not be subdued or say this might be true yet in the end since he doth promise we shall drive him hence and forage their country as they have done ours by this revenge that loss will seem the less

but all our frivolous fancies toys and dreams once we are sure we have ensnared the sun catch we the father after how we can act four scene for the same the english camp enter prince edward audley and others audley the arms of death embrace us round and comfort have we none save that to die we pay sour earnest for a sweeter life

at cressyfield our clouds of warlike smoke choked up those french mouths and dissevered them but now their multitudes of millions hide masking as twere the beauteous burning sun leaving no hope to us but sullen dark and eyeless terror of all-ending night

this sudden mighty and expedient head that they have made fair prince is wonderful before us in the valley lies the king vantaged with all that heaven and earth can yield his party stronger battled than our whole

His son, the braving Duke of Normandy, Hath trimmed the mountain on our right hand up In shining plate, that now the aspiring hill Shows like a silver quarry or an orb; Aloft the witch, the banners, bannerets, And new replenished pendants cuff the air And beat the winds, that for their gaudiness Struggles to kiss them.

on our left hand lies philip the younger issue of the king coating the other hill in such array that all his gilded upright pikes do seem straight trees of gold the pendants leaves and their device of antique heraldry quartered in colours seeming sundry fruit makes it the orchard of the asperides

behind us too the hill doth bear his height for like a half moon opening but one way it rounds us in there at our backs are lodged the fatal cross-bows and the battle there is governed by the rough

And thus it stands: the valley for our flight the king binds in; the hills on either hand are proudly royalized by his sons, and on the hill behind stands certain Death in pay and service with Shatillion. Death's name is much more mighty than his deeds. Thy parceling this power hath made it more.

as many sands as these my hands can hold are but my handful of so many sands then all the world and call it but a power easily teign up and quickly thrown away but if i stand to count them sand by sand the number would confound my memory and make a thousand millions of a task which briefly is no more indeed than one

These quarters, squadrons, and these regiments, before, behind us, and on either hand, are but a power. When we name a man, his hand, his foot, his head, hath several strengths, and being all but one self-instant strength, why, all this many, oddly, is but one, and we can call it all but one man's strength."

He that hath far to go tells it by miles. If he should tell the steps, it kills his heart. The drops are infinite that make a flood, and yet thou knowest we call it but a rain. There is but one France, one king of France. That France hath no more kings, and that same king hath but the puissant legion of one king, and we have one.

then apprehend no odds for one to one is fair equality enter a herald from king john what tidings messenger be plain and brief the king of france my sovereign lord and master greets by me his foe the prince of wales if thou call forth a hundred men of name of lords knights squires and english gentlemen and with thyself and those kneel at his feet

he straight will fold his bloody colours up and ransom shall redeem lives forfeited if not this day shall drink more english blood than e'er was buried in our british earth what is the answer to his proffered mercy

This heaven that covers France contains the mercy that draws from me submissive horizons. That such base breath should vanish from my lips to urge the plea of mercy to a man the Lord forbid. Return and tell the king my tongue is made of steel, and it shall beg my mercy on his coward burgonet.

tell him my colours are as red as his my men as bold our english arms as strong return him my defiance in his face i go exit enter another herald what news with thee the duke of normandy my lord and master pitying thy youth is so ingirt with peril by me hath sent a nimble jointed janet as swift as ever yet thou didst bestride

And therewithal he counsels thee to fly, Else death himself hath sworn That thou shalt die.

Back with the beast, unto the beast that sent him. Tell him I cannot sit a coward's horse. Bid him today bestride the jade himself, for I will stain my horse quite o'er with blood and double-guild my spurs, but I will catch him. So tell the carping boy, and get thee gone. Exit herald. Enter another herald.

Edward of Wales, Philip, the second son to the most mighty Christian king of France, seeing thy body's living date expired, all full of charity and Christian love, commends this book, full-frogged with prayers, to thy fair hand, and for thy hour of life entreats thee that thou meditate therein, and arm thy soul for her long journey towards. Thus have I done his bidding, and return. Harold of Philip, greet thy lord from me.

all good that he can send i can receive but think'st thou not the unadvised boy hath wrong'd himself in thus far tendering me haply he cannot pray without the book i think him no divine extempore then render back this common place of prayer to do himself good in adversity beside he knows not my sin's quality and therefore knows no prayers for my avail

ere night his prayer may be to pray to god to put it in my heart to hear his prayer so tell the courtly wanton and begone i go exit how how confident their strength and number makes them now oddly sound those silver wings of thine and let those milk-white messengers of time show thy times learning in this dangerous time

Thyself art bruised and bit with many broils, and stratagems forepassed with iron pens are texted in thine honorable face. Thou art a married man in this distress, but danger woos me as a blushing maid. Teach me an answer to this perilous time. To die is all as common as to live.

the one incewise, the other holds in chase, for from the instant we begin to live, we do pursue and hunt the time to die. First bud we, then we blow, and after seed, then presently we fall, and as a shade follows the body, so we follow death. If then we hunt for death, why do we fear it?

If we fear it, why do we follow it? If we do fear, how can we shun it? If we do fear, with fear we do but aid the thing we fear to seize on us the sooner. If we fear not, then no resolved proffer can overthrow the limit of our fate, for whether ripe or rotten, drop we shall.

as we do draw the lottery of our doom ah good old man a thousand thousand armours these words of thine have buckled on my back

ah what an idiot hast thou made of life to seek the thing it fears and how disgraced the imperial victory of murdering death since all the lives his conquering arrows strike seek him and he not them to shame his glory

I will not give a penny for a life, Nor half a haypenny to shun grim death, Since for to live is but to seek to die, And dying but beginning of new life. Let come the hour when he that rules it will, To live or die I hold indifferent. EXCIENT ACT IV SCENE V THE SAME THE FRENCH CAMP ENTER KING JOHN AND AT CHARLES

A sudden darkness hath defaced the sky. The winds are crept into their caves for fear. The leaves move not. The world is hushed and still. The birds cease singing, and the wandering brooks murmur no wonted greeting to their shores. Silence attends some wonder, and expecteth that heaven should pronounce some prophecy.

Where or from whom proceeds this silence, Charles? Our men with open mouths and staring eyes look on each other, as they did attend each other's words, and yet no creature speaks. A tongue-tied fear hath made a midnight hour, and speeches sleep through all the waking regions.

But now the pompous sun in all his pride looked through his golden coach upon the world, and on a sudden hath he hid himself, that now the under-earth is as a grave, dark, deadly, silent, and uncomfortable. A clamour of raven. Hark! What a deadly outcry do I hear. Here comes my brother Philip. All dismayed. Enter Philip.

What fearful words are those thy looks presage? A flight, a flight. Coward, what flight? Thou liest, there needs no flight. A flight. Awake thy craven powers, and tell on the substance of that very fear indeed, which is so ghastly printed in thy face. What is the matter? A flight of ugly ravens to croak and hover o'er our soldiers' heads, and keep in triangles and cornered squares, right as our forces are embattled.

with their approach there came this sudden fog which now hath hid the airy floor of heaven and made at noon a night unnatural upon the quaking and dismayed world in brief our soldiers have let fall their arms and stand like metamorphosed images bloodless and pale one gazing on another ay now i call to mind the prophecy but i must give no entrance to a fear return and hearten up these yielding souls

tell them the ravens seeing them in arms so many fare against a famished few come but to dine upon their handiwork and prey upon the carrion that they kill for when we see a horse laid down to die although he be not dead the ravenous birds sit watching the departure of his life

even so these ravens for the carcasses of those poor english that are marked to die hover about and if they cry to us tis but for meat that we must kill for them away and comfort up my soldiers and sound the trumpets and at once dispatch this little business of a silly fraud exit philip another noise salisbury brought in by a french captain

behold my liege this knight and forty more of whom the better part are slain and fled with all endeavour sought to break our ranks and make their way to the encompassed prince dispose of him as please your majesty go and the next bow soldier that thou seest disgrace it with his body presently for i do hold a tree in france too good to be the gallows of an english thief

my lord of normandy i have your pass and warrant for my safety through this land villiers procured it for thee did he not he did and it is current thou shalt freely pass i freely to the gallows to be hanged without denial or impediment away with him i hope your highness will not so disgrace me and dash the virtue of my seal at arms

he hath my never broken name to show character'd with this princely hand of mine and rather let me leave to be a prince than break the stable verdict of a prince i do beseech you let him pass in quiet thou and thy word lie both in my command what canst thou promise that i cannot break which of these twain is greater infamy to disobey thy father or thyself

thy word nor no man's may exceed his power nor that same man doth never break his word that keeps it to the utmost of his power the breach of faith dwells in the soul's consent which if thyself without consent do break thou art not charged with the breach of faith go hang him for thy license lies in me and my constraint stands the excuse for thee

what am i not a soldier in my word then arms adieu and let them fight that list shall i not give my girdle from my waist but with a guardian i shall be controll'd to say i may not give my things away

upon my soul had edward prince of wales engaged his word writ down his noble hand for all your knights to pass his father's land the royal king to grace his warlike son would not alone safe conduct give to them but with all bounty feasted them and theirs dwelt thou on precedence then be it so say englishman of what degree thou art

an earl in england though a prisoner here and those that know me call me salisbury then salisbury say whither thou art bound salisbury to calice where my liege king edward is

to calias salisbury then to calias pack and bid the king prepare a noble grave to put his princely son black edward in and as thou travelest westward from this place some two leagues hence there is a lofty hill whose top seems topless for the embracing sky doth hide his high head in her azure bosom

upon whose tall top when thy foot attains look back upon the humble vale beneath humble of late but now made proud with arms and thence behold the wretched prince of wales hoop'd with a bond of iron round about after which sight to calias spur amain and say the prince was smother'd and not slain

and tell the king this is not all his ill for i will greet him ere he thinks i will away begone the smoke but of our shot will choke our foes though bullets hit them not exit act four scene six the same a part of the field of battle alarum enter prince edward and artois how fair'st your grace i were not shot my lord no dear artois

but choked with dust and smoke and stepped aside for breath and fresher air dina breather then and to it again the amazed french are quite distract with gazing on the crows and where are quivers full of shafts again your grace should see a glorious day of this oh for more arrows lord that's our wont lord courage art thou a fig for feathered shafts when feathered fowls do bandy on our side

What did we fight and sweat and keep a coil when railing crows out-scold our adversaries? Up, up, Artois! The ground itself is armed with fire-containing flint. Command our bows to hurl away their pretty-colored yew and to it with stones. Away, Artois, away! My soul doth prophesy we win the day. Exeunt.

act four scene seven the same another part of the field of battle alarum enter king jong our multitudes are in themselves confounded dismayed and distraught swift starting fear hath buzzed a cold dismay through all our army and every petty disadvantage prompts the fear-possessed abject soul to fly

myself whose spirit is steel to their dull lead what with recalling of the prophecy and that our native stones from english arms rebel against us find myself attainted with strong surprise of weak and yielding fear enter charles fly father fly the french do kill the french some that would stand let drive at some that fly

our drums strike nothing but discouragement our trumpets sound dishonour and retire the spirit of fear that feareth naught but death cowardly works confusion on itself enter philip

pluck out your eyes and see not this day's shame an arm hath beat an army one poor david hath with a stone foiled twenty stout goliaths some twenty naked starvelings with small flints hath driven back a puissant host of men arrayed and fenced in all accomplishments more dure they quait at us and kill us up no less than forty thousand wicked elders have forty lean slaves this day stoned to death

O, that I were some other countryman! This day hath set derision on the French, and all the world will blurt and scorn at us. What, is there no hope left? No hope, but death, to bury up our shame. Make up once more with me the twentieth part of those that live are men enow to quail the feeble handful on the adverse part.

then charge again if heaven be not oppos'd we cannot lose the day on away act four scene eight the same another part of the field of battle enter audley wounded and rescued by two squires how fares my lord edgar even as a man may do that dines at such a bloody feast as this edgar i hope my lord that is no mortal scar

no matter if it be the count is cast and in the worst ends but a mortal man good friends convey me to the princely edward that in the crimson bravery of my blood i may become him with saluting him

i'll smile and tell him that this open scar doth end the harvest of his audley's war act four scene nine the same the english camp enter prince edward king john charles and all with ensigns spread now

John in France, and lately John of France, thy bloody ensigns are my captive colours, and you, high vaunting Charles of Normandy, that once to-day sent me a horse to flee, are now the subjects of my clemency.

fie lords is it not a shame that english boys whose early days are yet not worth a beard should in the bosom of your kingdom thus one against twenty beat you up together thy fortune not thy force hath conquered us an argument that heaven aids the right enter artois with philip

see see artois doth bring with him along the late good counsel giver to my soul welcome artois and welcome philip too who now of you or i have need to pray now is the proverb verified in you too bright a morning breeds a lowering day sound trumpets interaudly but say what grim discouragement comes here

Alas! what thousand armed men of France Have writ that note of death in Audley's face? Speak, thou that wooest death with thy careless smile, And lookedst so merrily upon thy grave As if thou were enamoured on thine end! What hungry sword hath so bereaved thy face, And lopped a true friend from my loving soul?

O Prince, thy sweet bemoaning speech To me is as a mournful knell To one dead sick. Dear Audley, if my tongue wring out thy end, My arms shall be thy grave. What may I do to win thy life Or to revenge thy death?

if thou wilt drink the blood of captive kings or that it were restorative command a health of kings blood and i'll drink to thee if honour may dispense for thee with death the never-dying honour of this day share wholly audly to thyself and live

victorious prince, that thou art so, behold a Caesar's fame in king's captivity. If I could hold him death but at a bay, till I did see my liege thy royal father, my soul should yield this castle of my flesh.

this mangled tribute with all willingness to darkness consummation dust and worms cheerily bold man thy soul is all too proud to yield her city for one little breach should be divorced from her earthly spouse by the soft temper of a frenchman's sword

lo to repair thy life i give to thee three thousand marks a year in english land i take thy gift to pay the debts i owe

these two poor esquires redeemed me from the french with lusty and dear hazard of their lives what thou hast given me i give to them and as thou lovest me prince lay thy consent to this bequeath in my last testament

Renowned, oddly, live and have from me this gift twice doubled to these esquires and thee. But live or die, what thou hast given away, to these and theirs shall lasting freedom stay. Come, gentlemen, I will see my friend bestowed within an easy litter.

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Act V of the reign of King Edward III, attributed in part to William Shakespeare. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in a public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Scene 1. Picardy. The English camp before Calais. Enter King Edward, Queen Philip, Derby, soldiers. No more, Queen Philip. Pacify yourself.

copeland except he can excuse his fault shall find displeasure written in our looks and now unto this proud resisting town soldiers assault i will no longer stay to be deluded by their false delays put all to sword and make the spoil your own

and to six citizens in their shirts barefoot with halters about their necks mercy gregory mercy gracious lord contemptuos villains call ye now for truce mine ears are stopt against your bootless cries sound drums alarm draw threatening swords

ah noble prince take pity on this town and hear us mighty king we claim the promise that your highness has made the two days respite is not yet expired and we are come with willingness to bear what torturing death or punishment you please so that the trembling multitude be saved

my promise well i do confess as much but i do require the chiefest citizens and men of most account that should submit you peradventure are but servile grooms or some felonious robbers on the sea

whom apprehended law would execute albeit severity lay dead in us no no ye cannot overreach us thus the sun dread lord that in the western fall beholds us now low brought through misery did in the orient purple of the morn salute our coming forth when we were known or may our portion be with damned fiends

if it be so then let our covenant stand we take possession of the town in peace but for yourselves look you for no remorse but as imperial justice hath decreed your bodies shall be dragged about these walls and after feel the stroke of quartering steel this is your doom go soldiers see it done

be more mild unto these yielding men it is a glorious thing to establish peace and kings approach the nearest unto god by giving life and safety unto men as thou intendest to be king of france so let her people live to call thee king for what the sword cuts down or fire hath spoiled is held in reputation none of ours

Although experience teach us this is true, that peaceful quietness brings most delight, when most of all abuses are controlled, yet insomuch it shall be known that we as well can master our affections as conquer other by the dint of sword. Philip Prevail, we yield to thy request.

these men shall live to boast of clemency and tyranny strike terror to thyself long live your highness happy be your reign go get you hence return unto the town and if this kindness hath deserved your love learn then to reverence edward as your king now might we hear of our affairs abroad

we would till gloomy winter were o'er-spent dispose our men in garrison awhile but who comes here into copland and king david copland my lord and david king of scots is this the proud presumptuous esquire of the north that would not yield his prisoner to my queen i am my liege a northern esquire indeed but neither proud nor insolent i trust

what moved thee then to be so obstinate to contradict our royal queen's desire no wilful disobedience mighty lord but my desert and public law at arms i took the king myself in single fight and like a soldier's would be loth to lose the least pre-eminence that i had won and copland straight upon your highness charge is come to france and with a lowly mind doth veil the bonnet of his victory

receive dread lord the custom of my fraught the wealthy tribute of my labouring hands which should long since have been surrendered up had but your gracious self been there in place but copland thou didst scorn the king's command neglecting our commission in his name his name i reverence but his person more his name shall keep me in allegiance still but to his person i will bend my knee i pray thee philip let displeasure pass

This man doth please me, and I like his words. For what is he that will attempt great deeds, and lose the glory that ensues the same? All rivers have recourse unto the sea, and Copeland's faith relation to his king. Kneel therefore down. Now rise, King Edward's knight.

and to maintain thy state i freely give five hundred marks a year to thee and thine into salisbury salisbury welcome lord salisbury what news from britain this mighty king the country we have won and john de mountford regent of that place presents your highness with this coronet protesting true allegiance to your grace

we thank thee for thy service valiant earl challenge our favour for we owe it thee but now my lord as this is joyful news so must my voice be tragical again and i must sing of doleful accidents what have our men the overthrow at poitiers or is our sun beset with too much odds

he was my lord and as my worthless self with forty other serviceable knights under safe conduct of the dauphin seal did travel that way finding him distressed a troop of lancers met us on the way surprised and brought us prisoners to the king who proud of this and eager for revenge commanded straight to cut off all our heads and surely we had died

but that the duke more full of honour than his angry sire procured our quick deliverance from thence but ere we went salute your king quoth he bid him provide a funereal for his son to-day our sword shall cut his threat of life and sooner than he thinks will be with him to quittance those displeasures he hath done

this said we passed not daring to reply our hearts were dead our looks diffused and wan wandering at last we climbed unto a hill from whence although our grief were much before yet now to see the occasion with our eyes did thrice so much increase our heaviness for there my lord oh

there we did descry down in a valley how both armies lay the french had cast their trenches like a ring and every barricado's open front was thick embossed with brazen ordnance

here stood a battalia of ten thousand horse there twice as many pikes in quadrant wise here cross-bows and deadly wounding darts and in the midst like to a slender point within the compass of the horizon as twere a rising bubble in the sea a hostile wand amidst a wood of pines or as a bear fast chained unto a stake stood famous edward

still expecting when those dogs of france would fasten on his flesh anon the death procuring now begins off go the cannons that with trembling noise did shake every mountain where they stood then sound the trumpets clangor in the air

the battles join and when we could no more discern the difference twixt the friend and foe so intricate the dark confusion was away we turned our watry eyes with sighs as black powder fuming into smoke and thus i fear unhappy have i told the most untimely tale of edward's fall

ah me is this my welcome into france is this the comfort that i looked to have when i should meet with my beloved son sweet ned i would thy mother in the sea had been prevented of this mortal grief phil content thee philip tis not tears will serve to call him back if he be taken hence

comfort thyself as i do gentle queen with hope of sharp unheard-of dire revenge he bids me to provide his funeral and so i will but all the peers in france shall mourners be and weep out bloody tears until their empty veins be dry and sair

the pillars of his hearse shall be his bones the mould that covers him their city ashes his knell the groaning cries of dying men and in the stead of tapers on his tomb an hundred fifty towers shall burning blaze while we bewail our valiant son's decease

after a flourish sounded within enter an herald rejoice my lord ascend the imperial throne the mighty and redoubted prince of wales great servitor to bloody mars in arms the frenchman's terror and his country's fame triumphant rideth like a roman peer and lowly at his stirrup comes afoot

king john of france together with his son in captive bonds whose diadem he brings to crown thee with and to proclaim thee king away with mourning philip wipe thine eyes sound trumpets welcome in plantagonet enter prince edward king john philip audley artois

as things long lost when they are found again so doth my son rejoice his father's heart for whom even now my soul was much perplexed be this a token to express my joy kisses him for inward passion will not let me speak my gracious father here receive the gift presenting him with king john's crown

this wreath of conquest and reward of war got with as mickle peril of our lives as e'er was thing of price before this day install your highness in your proper right and herewithal i render to your hands these prisoners chief occasion of our strife so john of france i see you keep your word you promised to be sooner with ourself than we did think for and tis so indeed

but had you done at first as now you do how many civil towns had stood untouch'd that now are turn'd to ragged heaps of stones how many people's lives mightst thou have sav'd that are untimely sunk into their graves edward recount not things irrevocable tell me what ransom thou requirest to have

thy ransom john hereafter shall be known but first to england thou must cross the seas to see what entertainment it affords howe'er it falls it cannot be so bad as ours hath been since we arriv'd in france accursed man of this i was foretold but did misconster what the prophet told

now father this petition edward makes to thee whose grace hath been his strongest shield that as thy pleasure chose me for the man to be the instrument to show thy power so thou wilt grant that many princes more bred and brought up within that little isle may still be famous for like victories

and for my part the bloody scars i bear and weary nights that i have watched in field the dangerous conflicts i have often had the fearful menaces were proffered me the heat and cold and what else might displease i wish were now redoubled twentyfold

So that hereafter ages, when they read the painful traffic of my tender youth, might thereby be inflamed with such resolve as not the territories of France alone, but likewise Spain, Turkey, and what countries else that justly would provoke fair England's ire, might at their presence tremble and retire. Here, English lords, we do proclaim a rest.

an intercession of our painful arms sheathe up your swords refresh your weary limbs peruse your spoils and after we have breathed a day or two within this haven town god willing then for england we'll be shipped where in a happy hour i trust we shall arrive three kings two princes and a queen

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