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A21144
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The raigne of King Edvvard the third as it hath bin sundrie times plaied about the citie of London.; Edward III (Drama)
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Valoys whether I intende To skirmish not for pillage but for the Crowne Which thou dost weare and that I vowe to haue Or one of vs shall fall in to this graue Pri Ed: Looke not for crosse inuectiues at our hands Or rayling execrations of despight Let creeping serpents hide in hollow banckes Sting with theyr tongues we haue remorseles swordes And they shall pleade for vs and our affaires Yet thus much breefly by my fathers leaue As all the immodest poyson of thy throat Is scandalous and most notorious lyes And our pretended quarell is truly iust So end the battaile when we meet to daie May eyther of vs prosper and preuaile Or luckles curst receue eternall shame Kin Ed: That needs no further question and I knowe His conscience witnesseth it is my right Therfore Valoys say wilt thou yet resigne Before the sickles thrust into the Corne Or that inkindled fury turne to flame Ioh: Edward I know what right thou hast in France And ere I basely will resigne my Crowne This Champion field shall be a poole of bloode And all our prospect as a slaughter house Pr Ed: I that approues thee tyrant what thou art No father king or shepheard of thy realme But one that teares her entrailes with thy handes And like a thirstie tyger suckst her bloud Aud: You peeres of France why do you follow him That is so prodigall to spend your liues Ch: Whom should they follow aged impotent But he that is their true borne soueraigne Kin: Obraidst thou him because within his face Time hath ingraud deep caracters of age Know that these graue schollers of experience Like stiffe growen oakes will stand unmouable When whirle wind quickly turnes vp yonger trees Dar. Was euer anie of thy fathers house king But thy selfe before this present time Edwards great linage by the mothers side Fiue hundred yeeres hath helde the scepter vp Iudge then conspiratours by this descent Which is the true borne soueraigne this or that Pri Father range your battailes prate no more These English fame would spend the time in wodrs That night approching they might escape vnfought K Ioh: Lords and my louing Subiects knowes the time That your intended force must bide the touch Therfore my frinds consider this in breefe He that you fight for is your naturall King He against whom you fight a forrener He that you fight for rules in clemencie And fames you with a mild and gentle byt He against whome you fight if hee preuaile Will straight in throne himselfe in tyrranie Make slaues of you and with a heauie hand Curtall and courb your swetest libertie Then to protect your Country and your King Let but the haughty Courrage of your hartes Answere the number of your able handes And we shall quicklie chase theis fugitiues For what 's this Edward but a belly god A tender and lasciuious wantonnes That thother daie was almost dead for loue And what I praie you is his goodly gard Such as but scant them of their chines of beefe And take awaie their downie featherbedes And presently they are as resty stiffe As t were a many ouer ridden iades Then French men scorne that such should be your Lords And rather bind ye them in captiue bands All Fra Viue le Roy God saue King Iohn of France Io: Now on this plaine of Cressie spred your selues And Edward when thou darest begin the fight Ki. Ed: We presently wil meet thee Iohn of Fraunce And English Lordes let vs resolue the daie Either to cleere vs of that scandalous cryme Or be intombed in our innocence And Ned because this battell is the first That euer yet thou foughtest in pitched field As ancient custome is of Martialists To dub thee with the tipe of chiualrie In solemne manner wee will giue thee armes Come therefore Heralds orderly bring forth A strong attirement for the prince my sonne Enter foure Heraldes bringing in a coate armour a helmet a lance and a shield Kin: Edward Plantagenet in the name of God As with this armour I impall thy breast So be thy noble vnrelenting heart Wald in with flint of matchlesse fortitude That neuer base affections enter there Fight and be valiant conquere where thou comst Now follow Lords and do him honor to Dar: Edward Plantagenet prince of Wales As I do set this helmet on thy head Where with the chamber of this braine is fenst So may thy temples with Bellonas hand Be still adornd with lawrell victorie Fight and be valiant conquer where thou comst Aud. Edward Plantagenet prince of Wales Receiue this lance into thy manly hand Vse it in fashion of a brasen pen To drawe forth bloudie stratagems in France And print thy valiant deeds in honors booke Fight and be valiant vanquish where thou comst Art: Edward Plantagenet prince of Wales Hold take this target weare it on thy arme And may the view thereof like Perscus shield Astonish and transforme thy gazing foes To senselesse images of meger death Fight and be valiant conquer where thou comst Ki. Now wants there nought but knighthood which deferd Wee leaue till thou hast won it in the fielde My gratious father and yee forwarde peeres This honor you haue done me animates And chears my greene yet scarse appearing strength With comfortable good persaging signes No otherwise then did ould Iacobes wordes When as he breathed his blessings on his sonnes These hallowed giftes of yours when I prophane Or vse them not to glory of my God To patronage the fatherles and poore Or for the benefite of Englands peace Be numbe my ioynts waxe feeble both mine armes Wither my hart that like a saples tree I may remayne the map of infamy K. Ed: Then this our steelde Battailes shall be rainged The leading of the vowarde Ned is thyne To dignifie whose lusty spirit the more We temper it with Audlys grauitie That courage and experience ioynd in one Your manage may be second vnto none For the mayne battells I will guide my selfe And Darby in the rereward march behind That orderly disposd and set in ray Let vs to horse and God graunt vs the daye Exeunt Alarum Enter a many French men flying After them Prince Edward runing Then enter King Iohn and Duke of Loraine Iohn Oh Lorrain say what meane our men to fly Our nomber is far greater then our foes Lor. The garrison of Genoaes my Lorde That cam from Paris weary with their march Grudging to be soddenly imployd No sooner in the forefront tooke their place But straite retyring so dismaide the rest As likewise they betook themselues to flight In which for hast to make a safe escape More in the clustering throng are prest to death Then by the ennimie a thousand fold K. Io: O haplesse fortune let vs yet assay If we can counsell some of them to stay Enter King Edward and Audley Ki E Lord Audley whiles our sonne is in the chase With draw our powers vnto this little hill And heere a season
leagues hence there is a loftie hill Whose top seemes toplesse for the imbracing skie Doth hide his high head in her a zure bosome Vpon whose tall top when thy foot attaines Looke backe vpon the humble vale beneath Humble of late but now made proud with armes and thence behold the wretched prince of Wales Hoopt with a bond of yron round about After which sight to Callice spurre amaine and saie the prince was smoothered and not slaine and tell the king this is not all his ill For I will greet him ere he thinkes I will Awaie be gone the smoake but of our shot Will choake our foes though bullets hit them not Exit Allarum Enter prince Edward and Artoys Art: How fares your grace are you not shot my Lord Pri No deare Artoys but choakt with dust and smoake And stept aside for breath and fresher aire Art Breath then and too it againe the amazed French are quite distract with gazing on the crowes and were our quiuers full of shafts againe Your grace should see a glorious day of this O for more arrowes Lord that 's our want Pri. Courage Artoys a fig for feathered shafts When feathered foules doo bandie on our side What need we fight and sweate and keepe a coile 〈…〉 outscolde our aduersaries Vp vp Artoys the ground it selfe is armd Fire containing flint command our bowes To hurle awaie their pretie colored Ew and to it with stones awaie Artoys awaie My soule doth prophesie we win the daie Exeunt Allarum Enter king Iohn Our multitudes are in themselues confounded Dismayed and distraught swift starting feare Hath buzd a cold dismaie through all our armie and euerie pettie disaduantage promptes The feare possessed abiect soule to flie My selfe whose spirit is steele to their dull lead What with recalling of the prophesie and that our natiue stones from English armes Rebell against vs finde my selfe attainted With strong surprise of weake and yeelding feare Enter Charles Fly father flie the French do kill the French Some that would stand let driue at some that flie Our drums strike nothing but discouragement Our trumpets sound dishonor and retire The spirit of feare that feareth nought but death Cowardly workes confusion on it selfe Enter Phillip Plucke out your eies and see not this daies shame An arme hath beate an armie one poore Dauid Hath with a stone foild twentie stout Goliaths Some twentie naked staruelings with small flints Hath driuen backe a puisant host of men Araid and fenst in all accomplements Ioh: Mordiu they quait at vs and kill vs vp No lesse than fortie thousand wicked elders Haue fortie leane slaues this daie stoned to death Ch: O that I were some other countryman This daie hath set derision on the French and all the world wilt blurt and scorne at vs Kin: What is there no hope left Pr: No hope but death to burie vp our shame Ki. Make vp once more with me the twentith part Of those that liue are men in ow to quaile The feeble handfull on the aduerse part Ch. Then charge againe if heauen be not opposd VVe cannot loose the daie Kin. On awaie Exeunt Enter Audley wounded rescued by two squirs Esq. How fares my Lord Aud. Euen as a man may do That dines at such a bloudie feast as this Esq. I hope my Lord that is no mortall scarre Aud. No matter if it be the count is cast and in the worst ends but a mortall man Good friends conuey me to the princely Edward That in the crimson brauerie of my bloud I may become him with saluting him I le smile and tell him that this open scarre Doth end the haruest of his Audleys warre Ex. Enter prince Edward king Iohn Charles and all with Ensignes spred Retreat sounded Pri. Now Iohn in France lately Iohn of France Thy bloudie Ensignes are my captiue colours and you high vanting Charles of Normandie That once to daie sent me a horse to flie are now the subiects of my clemencie Fie Lords is it not a shame that English boies VVhose early daies are yet not worth a beard Should in the bosome of your kingdome thus One against twentie beate you vp together Kin. Thy fortune not thy force hath conquerd vs Pri. an argument that heauen aides the right See see Artoys doth bring with him along the late good counsell giuer to my soule VVelcome Artoys and welcome Phillip to VVho now of you or I haue need to praie Now is the prouerbe verefied in you Too bright a morning breeds a morning daie Sound Trumpets enter Audley But say what grym discoragement comes heere Alas what thousand armed men of Fraunce Haue writ that note of death in Audleys face Speake thou that wooest death with thy careles smile and lookst so merrily vpon thy graue As if thou wert enamored on thyne end What hungry sword hath so bereaud thy face And lopt a true friend from my louing soule Au. O Prince thy sweet bemoning speech to me Is as a morneful knell to one dead sicke Pr: Deare Audley if my tongue ring out thy end My armes shal be the graue what may I do To win thy life or to reuenge thy death If thou wilt drinke the blood of captyue kings Or that it were restoritiue command A Heath of kings blood and I le drinke to thee If honor may dispence for thee with death The neuer dying honor of this daie Share wholie Audley to thy selfe and liue Aud: Victorious Prince that thou art so behold A Caesars fame in kings captiuitie If I could hold dym death but at a bay Till I did see my liege thy loyall father My soule should yeeld this Castle of my flesh This mangled tribute with all willingnes To darkenes consummation dust and Wormes Pr: Cheerely bold man thy soule is all to proud To yeeld her Citie for one little breach Should be diuorced from her earthly spouse By the soft temper of a French mans sword Lo to repaire thy life I giue to thee Three thousand Marks a yeere in English land Au: I take thy gift to pay the debts I owe These two poore Esquires redeemd me from the French With lusty deer hazzard of their liues What thou hast giuen me I giue to them And as thou louest me Prince lay thy consent To this bequeath in my last testament Pr: Renowned Audley liue and haue from mee This gift twise doubled to these Esquires and thee But liue or die what thou hast giuen away To these and theirs shall lasting freedome stay Come gentlemen I will see my friend bestowed With in an easie Litter then we le martch Proudly toward Callis with tryumphant pace Vnto my royall father and there bring The tribut of my wars faire Fraunce his king Ex. Enter sixe Citizens in their Shirts bare foote with halters about their necks Enter King Edward Queen Phillip Derby soldiers Ed. No more Queene Phillip pacifie your selfe Copland except he can excuse his fault Shall finde displeasure written in