Edward III (play)/Act 3

by William Shakespeare (attributed) and Thomas Kyd (attributed)

Enter King Iohn of Fraunce, his two sonnes, Charles of Normandie, and Phillip, and the Duke of Lorraine.

King Iohn.
Heere till our Nauie of a thousand and saile,
Haue made a breakfast to our foe by Sea,
Let vs incampe to wait their happie speede:
Lorraine what readines is Edward in?
How hast thou heard that he prouided is
Of marshiall furniture for this exployt.

Lo: To lay aside vnnecessary soothing,
And not to spend the time in circumstaunce,
Tis bruted for a certenty my Lord,
That hees exceeding strongly fortified,
His subiects flocke as willingly to warre,
As if vnto a tryumph they were led.

Ch: England was wont to harbour malcontents,
Blood thirsty, and seditious Catelynes,
Spend thrifts, and such as gape for nothing else,
But changing and alteration of the state,
And is it possible,
That they are now so loyall in them selues?

Lo: All but the Scot, who sollemnly protests,
As heere to fore I haue enformd his grace,
Neuer to sheath his Sword, or take a truce.

Io: Ah, thats the anchredge of some better hope,
But on the other side, to thinke what friends,
King Edward hath retaynd in Netherland,
Among those euer-bibbing Epicures:
Those frothy Dutch men, puft with double beere,
That drinke and swill in euery place they come,
Doth not a little aggrauate mine ire,
Besides we heare the Emperor conioynes,
And stalls him in his owne authoritie:
But all the mightier that their number is,
The greater glory reapes the victory,
Some friends haue we beside drum stricke power,
The sterne Polonian and the warlike Dane:
The king of Bohemia, and of Cycelie.
Are all become confederates with vs,
And as I thinke are marching hither apace,
But soft I heare the musicke of their drums.
By which I gesse that their approch is neare.

Enter the King of Bohemia with
 Danes, and a Polonian Captaine
 with other soldiers another way.

King of Boheme.
King Iohn of Fraunce, as league and neighborhood,
Requires when friends are any way distrest,
I come to aide thee with my countries force,

Pol. Cap. And from great Musco fearefull to the Turke,
And lofty Poland, nurse of hardie men,
I bring these seruitors to fight for thee,
Who willingly will venture in thy cause.

K. Io: Welcome Bohemian king, and welcome all,
This your great kindnesse I will not forget.
Besides your plentiful rewards in Crownes,
That from our Treasory ye shall receiue,
There comes a hare braind Nation deckt in pride,
The spoyle of whome will be a trebble game,
And now my hope is full, my ioy complete,
At Sea we are as puissant as the force;
Of Agamemnon in the Hauen of Troy:
By land with Zerxes we compare of strength,
Whose souldiers drancke vp riuers in their thirst:
Then Bayard like, blinde ouerweaning Ned,
To reach at our imperiall dyadem,
Is either to be swallowed of the waues,
Or hackt a peeces when thou comest a shore.

Enter.

Mar. Neere to the cost I haue discribde my Lord,
As I was busie in my watchfull charge.
The proud Armado of king Edwards ships,
Which at the first far off when I did ken,
Seemd as it were a groue of withered pines,
But drawing neere, their glorious bright aspect,
Their streaming Ensignes wrought of coulloured silke,
Like to a meddow full of sundry flowers,
Adornes the naked bosome of the earth.
Maiesticall the order of their course,
Figuring the horned Circle of the Moone,
And on the top gallant of the Admirall,
And likewise all the handmaides of his trayne:
The Armes of England and of Fraunce vnite,
Are quartred equally by Heralds art;
Thus titely carried with a merrie gale,
They plough the Ocean hitherward amayne:
Dare he already crop the Flewer de Luce:
I hope the hony being gathered thence,
He with the spider afterward approcht
Shall sucke forth deadly venom from the leaues,
But wheres out Nauy, how are they prepared,
To wing them selues against this flight of Rauens.

Ma. They hauing knowledge, brought them by the scouts,
Did breake from Anchor straight, and puft with rage,
No otherwise then were their sailes with winde,
Made forth, as when the empty Eagle flies,
To satifie his hungrie griping mawe.

Io: Thees for thy newes, returne vnto thy barke,
And if thou scape the bloody strooke of warre,
And do suruiue the conflict, come againe,
Exit.And let vs heare the manner of the fight,
Meane space my Lords, tis best we be disperst,
To seuerall places least they chaunce to land:
First you my Lord, with your Bohemian Troupes,
Shall pitch your battailes on the lower hand,
My eldest sonne the Duke of Normandie,
Togeither with this aide of Muscouites,
Shall clyme the higher ground an other waye:
Heere in the middle cost betwixt you both,
Phillip my youngest boy and I will lodge,
Exunt.So Lords begon, and looke vnto your charge.
You stand for Fraunce, an Empire faire and large,
Now tell me Phillip, what is their concept,
Touching the challenge that the English make.

Ph: I say my Lord, clayme Edward what he can,
And bring he nere so playne a pedegree,
Tis you are in possession of the Crowne,
And thats the surest poynt of all the Law:
But were it not, yet ere he should preuaile,
Ile make a Conduit of my dearest blood,
Or chase those stragling vpstarts home againe,

King: Well said young Phillip, call for bread and Wine,
That we may cheere our stomacks with repast,
The battell hard a farre off. 
To looke our foes more sternely in the face.
Now is begun the heauie day at Sea,
Fight Frenchmen, fight, be like the fielde of Beares,
When they defend their younglings in their Caues:
Stir angry Nemesis the happie helme,
That with the sulphur battels of your rage,
The English Fleete may be disperst and sunke,

Shot.Ph. O Father how this eckoing Cannon shot.
Like sweete hermonie disgests my cates.

⟨K.Io.⟩ Now boy thou hearest what thundring terror tis,
To buckle for a kingdomes souerentie,
The earth with giddie trembling when it shakes,
Or when the exalations of the aire,
Breakes in extremitie of lightning flash,
Affrights not more then kings when they dispose,
To shew the rancor of their high swolne harts,
⟨Retreate⟩.Retreae is sounded, one side hath the worse,
O if it be the French, sweete fortune turne,
And in thy turning change the forward winds,
That with aduantage of a sauoring skie,
Our men may vanquish and thither flie.
Enter Marriner.
My hart misgiues, say mirror of pale death,
To whome belongs the honor of this day,
Relate I pray thee, if thy breath will serue,
The sad discourse of this discomfiture.

Mar. I will my Lord.
My gratious soueraigne, Fraunce hath tane the foyle,
And boasting Edward triumphs with successe;
These Iron harted Nauies,
When last I was reporter to your grace,
Both full of angry spleene of hope and feare:
Hasting to meete each other in the face,
At last conioynd, and by their Admirall,
Our Admirall encountred manie shot,
By this the other that beheld these twaine,
Giue earnest peny of a further wracke,
Like fiery Dragons tooke their haughty flight,
And like wise meeting, from their smoky wombes,
Sent many grym Embassadors of death,
Then gan the day to turne to gloomy night,
And darkenes did aswel inclose the quicke,
As those that were but newly reft of life,
No leasure serud for friends to bid farewell,
And if it had, the hideous noise was such,
As ech to other seemed deafe and dombe,
Purple the Sea whose channel fild as fast,
With streaming gore that from the maymed fell,
As did her gushing moysture breake into,
The cranny cleftures of the through shot planks,
Heere flew a head dissuuered from the tronke,
There mangled armes and legs were tost a loft,
As when a wherle winde takes the Summer dust,
And scatters it in middle of the aire,
Then might ye see the reeling vessels split,
And tottering sink into the ruthlesse floud,
Vntill their lofty tops were seene no more.
All shifts were tried both for defence and hurt,
And now the effect of vallor and of force,
Of resolution and of a cowardize:
We liuely pictured, how the one for fame;
The other by compulsion laid about;
Much did the Nom per illa, that braue ship,
So did the blacke snake of Bullen, then which
A bonnier vessel neuer yet spred sayle,
But all in vaine, both Sunne, the Wine and tyde,
Reuolted all vnto our foe mens side,
That we perforce were fayne to giue them way,
And they are landed, thus my tale is donne,
We haue vntimly lost, and they haue woone.

K. Io: Then rests there nothing but with present speede,
To ioyne our seueral forces al in one,
And bid them battaile ere they rainge to farre,
Come gentle Phillip, let vs hence depart,
ExeuntThis souldiers words haue perst thy fathers hart.

Enter two French men, a woman and two little Children,
meet them another Citizens.

One: Wel met my masters: how now, whats the newes,
And wherefore are ye laden thus with stuffe:
What is it quarter daie that you remoue,
And carrie bag and baggage too?

Two: Quarter day, I and quartering pay I feare:
Haue we not heard the newes that flies abroad?

One: What newes?

Three: How the French Nauy is destroyd at Sea,
And that the English Armie is arriued.

One: What then?

Two: What then quoth you? why ist not time to flie,
When enuie and destruction is so nigh,

One. Content thee man, they are farre enough from hence,
And will be met I warrant ye to their cost,
Before they breake so far into the Realme.

Two: I so the Grashopper doth spend the time,
In mirthfull iollitie till Winter come,
And then too late he would redeeme his time,
When frozen cold hath nipt his carelesse head:
He that no sooner will prouide a Cloake,
Then when he sees it doth begin to raigne,
May peraduenture for his negilgence,
Be throughly washed when he suspects it not,
We that haue charge, and such a trayne as this,
Must looke in time, to looke for them and vs,
Least when we would, we cannot be relieued.

One: Be like you then dispaire of ill successe,
And thinke your Country will be subiugate.

Three. We cannot tell, tis good to feare the worst.

One: Yet rather fight, then like vnnaturall sonnes,
For sake your louing parents in distresse.

Two. Tush they that haue already taken armes,
Are manie fearefull millions in respect
Of that small handfull of our enimies:
But tis a rightfull quarrell must preuaile,
Edward is sonnne vnto our late kings sister,
Where Iohn Valoys, is three degrees remoued.

Wo: Besides, there goes a Prophesie abroad,
Published by one that was a Fryer once,
Whose Oracles haue many times prooued true,
And now he sayes the tyme will shortly come,
When as a Lyon rowsed in the west,
Shall carie hence the fluerdeluce of France,
These I can tell yee and such like surmises,
Strike many french men cold vnto the heart:
Enter a French man.
Flie cuntry men and cytizens of France,
Sweete flowring peace the roote of happie life,
Is quite a bandoned and expulst the lande,
Insted of whome ransackt constraining warre,
Syts like to Rauens vppon your houses topps,
Slaughter and mischiefe walke within your streets.
And vnrestrained make hauock as they passe,
The forme whereof euen now my selfe beheld,
Vpon this faire mountaine whence I came,
For so far of as I directed mine eies,
I might perceaue fiue Cities all on fire,
Come fieldes and vineyards burning like an ouen,
And as the leaking vapour in the wind,
I tourned but a side I like wise might disserne.
The poore inhabitants escapt the flame,
Fall numberles vpon the souldiers pikes,
Three waies these dredfull ministers of wrath,
Do tread the measures of their tragicke march,
Vpon the right hand comes the conquering King,
Vpon the lefte is hot vnbridled sonne,
And in the midst our nations glittering hoast,
All which though distant yet conspire in one,
To leaue a desolation where they come,
Flie therefore Citizens if you be wise,
Seeke out som habitation further of,
Here if you staie your wiues will be a bused,
Your treasure sharde before your weeping eies,
Shelter you your selues for now the storme doth rise,
Away, away, me thinks I heare their drums,
Ah wreched France, I greatly feare thy fal,
Thy glory shaketh like a tottering wall.

Enter King Edward and the Erle of Darby
With Souldiors, and Gobin de Graie.

Kin: Wheres the French man by whose cunning guide,
We found the shalow of this Riuer Sone,
And had direction how to passe the sea.

Go: Here my good Lord.

Kin: How art thou calde, tell me thy name.

Go: Gobin de Graie if please your excellence,

Kin: Then Gobin for the seruice thou hast done,
We here inlarge and giue thee liberty,
And for recompenc beside this good,
Thou shalt receiue fiue hundred markes in golde,
I know not how we should haue met our sonne,
Whom now in heart I wish I might behold.
Enter Artoyes.
Good newes my Lord the prince is hard at hand,
And with him comes Lord Awdley and the rest,
Whome since our landing we could neuer meet.

Enter Prince Edward, Lord Awdley and Souldiers.

K. E: Welcome faire Prince, how hast thou sped my sonne,
Since thy arriuall on the coaste of Fraunce?

Pr. Ed: Succesfullie I thanke the gratious heauens,
Some of their strongest Cities we haue wonne,
As Harslen, Lie, Crotag, and Carentigne,
And others wasted, leauing at our heeles,
A wide apparant feild and beaten path,
For sollitarines to progresse in,
Yet those that would submit we kindly pardned,
For who in scorne refused our poffered peace,
Indurde the penaltie of sharpe reuenge.

Ki. Ed: Ah Fraunce, why shouldest thou be this obstinate,
Agaynst the kind imbracement of thy friends,
How gently had we thought to touch thy brest,
And set our foot vpon thy tender mould,
But that in froward and disdainfull pride
Thou like a skittish and vntamed coult,
Dost start aside and strike vs with thy heeles,
But tel me Ned, in all thy warlike course,
Hast thou not seene the vsurping King of Fraunce.

Pri. Yes my good Lord, and not two owers ago,
With full a hundred thousand fighting men,
Vppon the one side with the riuers banke,
And on the other both his multitudes,
I feard he would haue cropt our smaller power,
But happily perceiuing your approch,
He hath with drawen himselfe to Cressey plaines,
Where as it seemeth by his good araie.
He meanes to byd vs battaile presently,

Kin. Ed: He shall be welcome thats the thing we craue.

Enter King Iohn, Dukes of Normanndy and Lorraine, King of
Boheme, yong Phillip, and Souldiers.

Iohn. Edward know that Iohn the true king of Fraunce,
Musing thou shouldst incroach vppon his land,
And in thy tyranous proceeding slay,
His faithfull subiects, and subuert his Townes,
Spits in thy face, and in this manner folowing,
Obraids thee with thine arrogant intrusion,
First I condeme thee for a fugitiue,
A theeuish pyrate, and a needie mate,
One that hath either no abyding place,
Or else inhabiting some barraine soile,
Where neither hearb or fiutfull graine is had,
Doest altogether liue by pilfering,
Next, insomuch thou hast infringed thy faith,
Broke leage and solemne couenant made with mee,
I hould thee for a false pernitious wretch,
And last of all, although I scorne to cope
With one such inferior to my selfe,
Yet in respect thy thirst is all for golde,
They labour rather to be feared then loued,
To satisfie thy lust in either parte
Heere am I come and with me haue I brought,
Exceding store of treasure, perle, and coyne,
Leaue therfore now to persecute the weake,
And armed entring conflict with the armd,
Let it be seene mongest other pettie thefts,
How thou canst win this pillage manfully.

K: Ed: If gall or wormwood haue a pleasant tast,
Then is thy sallutation hony sweete,
But as the one hath no such propertie,
So is the other most satiricall:
Yet wot how I regarde thy worthles tants,
If thou haue vttred them to foile my fame,
Or dym the reputation of my birth,
Know that thy woluish barking cannot hurt,
If slylie to insinuate with the worlde,
And with a strumpets artifitiall line,
To painte thy vitious and deformed cause,
Bee well assured the counterfeit will fade,
And in the end thy fowle defects be seene,
But if thou didst it to prouoke me on,
As who should saie I were but timerous,
Or coldly negligent did need a spurre,
Bethinke thy selfe howe slacke I was at sea,
Now since my landing I haue wonn no townes,
Entered no further but vpon the coast,
And there haue euer since securelie slept,
But if I haue bin other wise imployd,
Imagin Valoys whether I intende
Toskirmish, 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 shallbe 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 whats 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 twere 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 Plantagener 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, couquer 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,
Exeunt:Let vs to horse and God graunt vs the daye.

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 let vs breath our selues,

Exit, sound Retreat.Au. I will my Lord.

K. Ed. Iust dooming heauen, whose secret prouidence,
To our grosse iudgement is inscrutable,
How are we bound to praise thy wondrous works,
That hast this day giuen way vnto the right,
And made the wicked stumble at them selues.
Enter Artoys.
Rescue king Edward, rescue, for thy sonne,

Kin: Rescue Artoys, what is he prisoner?
Or by violence fell beside his horse.

Ar. Neither my Lord, but narrowly beset,
With turning Frenchmen, whom he did persue,
As tis impossible that he should scape.
Except your highnes presently descend.

Kin: Tut let him fight, we gaue him armes to day.
And he is laboring for a knighthood man.

Enter Derby.

Da: The Prince my Lord, the Prince, oh succour him,
Hees close incompast with a world of odds.

Ki: Then will he win a world of honor to,
If he by vallour can redeeme him thence,
If not, what remedy, we haue more sonnes,
Then one to comfort our declyning age.

Enter Audley.

Au, Renowned Edward, giue me leaue I pray,
To lead my souldiers where I may releeue,
Your Graces sonne, in danger to be slayne,
The snares of French, like Emmets on a banke,
Muster about him whilest he Lion like,
Intangled in the net of their assaults,
Frantiquely wrends and byts the wouen toyle,
But all in vaine, he cannot free him selfe.

K: Ed: Audley content, I will not haue a man,
On paine of death sent forth to succour him:
This is the day, ordaynd by desteny,
To season his courage with those greeuous thoughts,
That if he breaketh out, Nestors yeares on earth,
Will make him sauor still of this exployt.

Dar: Ah but he shall not liue to see those dayes,

Ki: Why then his Ephitaph, is lasting prayse.

An: Yet good my Lord, tis too much wilfulnes,
To let his blood be spilt that may be saude,

Kin. Exclayme no more, for none of you can tell,
Whether a borrowed aid will serue or no,
Perhapps he is already slayne or tane:
And dare a Falcon when shees in her flight,
And euer after sheele be huggard like:
Let Edward be deliuered by our hands,
And still in danger hele expect the like,
But if himselfe, himselfe redeeme from thence,
He wil haue vanquisht cheerefull death and feare,
And euer after dread their force no more,
Then if they were but babes or Captiue slaues.

Aud. O cruell Father, farewell Edward then.

Da: Farewell sweete Prince, the hope of chiualry,

Art: O would my life might ransome him from death.

K. Ed: But soft me thinkes I heare,
The dismall charge of Trumpets loud retreat:
All are not slayne I hope that went with him,
Some will returne with tidings good or bad.

Enter Prince Edward in tryumph, bearing in his hande his
shiuered Launce, and the King of Boheme, borne before,
wrapt in the Coullours: They runne and imbrace him.

Aud, O ioyfull sight, victorious Edward liues.

Der: Welcome braue Prince.

Ki: Welcome Plantagenet.

Pr. First hauing donne my duety as beseemed
kneele and kisse his fathers hand
Lords I regreet you all with harty thanks,
And now behold after my winters toyle,
My paynefull voyage on the boystrous sea,
Of warres deuouring gulphes and steely rocks,
I bring my fraught vnto the wished port,
My Summers hope, my trauels sweet reward:
And heere with humble duety I present,
This sacrifice, this first fruit of my sword,
Cropt and cut downe euen at the gate of death:
The king of Boheme father whome I slue,
Whom you sayd, had intrencht me round about,
And laye as thicke vpon my battered crest,
As on an Anuell with their ponderous glaues,
Yet marble courage, still did vnderprop,
And when my weary armes with often blowes,
Like the continuall laboring Wood-mans Axe,
That is enioynd to fell a load of Oakes,
Began to faulter, straight I would recouer:
My gifts you gaue me, and my zealous vow,
And then new courage made me fresh againe,
That in despight I craud my passage forth.
And put the multitude to speedy flyght:
his Sword borne by a Soldier. 
Lo this hath Edwards hand fild your request,
And done I hope the duety of a Knight

Ki: I well thou hast deserud a knight-hood Ned,
And therefore with thy sword, yet reaking warme,
With blood of those that fought to be thy bane,
Arise Prince Edward, trusty knight at armes,
This day thou hast confounded me with ioy,
And proude thy selfe fit heire vnto a King:

Pr: Heere is a note my gratious Lord of those,
That in this conflict of our foes were slaine,
Eleuen Princes of esteeme, Foure score Barons,
A hundred and twenty knights, and thirty thousand
Common souldiers, and of our men a thousand.
Our God be praised, Now Iohn of Fraunce I hope,
Thou knowest King Edward for no wantonesse,
No loue sicke cockney nor his souldiers iades,
But which way is the fearefull king escapt?

Pr: Towards Poyctiers noble father, and his sonnes,

King. Ned, thou and Audley shall pursue them still,
Myselfe and Derby will to Calice streight;
And there begyrt that Hauen towne with seege:
Now lies it on an vpshot, therefore strike,
And wistlie follow whiles the games on foote.

Ki. What Pictures this.

Pr: A Pellican my Lord,
Wounding her bosome with her crooked beak,
That so her nest of young ones might be fed,
With drops of blood that issue from her hart,
Exeunt.The motto Sic & vos, and so should you,