The Reign of King Edward the Third · chunk 36 of 39
Anonymous / Shakespeare, William · published 1596 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1590-1595] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) unassigned nearest T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi · 503 words
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Victorious Prince, that thou art so, behold A Caesar's fame in king's captivity; If I could hold dim death but at a bay, Till I did see my liege thy loyal father, My soul should yield this Castle of my flesh, This mangled tribute with all willingness; To darkness consummation, dust and Worms. cheerly bold man, thy soul is all to proud, To yield her City for one little breach, Should be divorced from her earthly spouse, By the soft temper of a French man'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 & 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 Audley, 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, With in an easy Litter, then we'll march, Proudly toward Callis with triumphant pace, Unto my royal father, and there bring, The tribute of my wars, fair France his king. No more Queen Philip, pacify yourself, Copland, 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. Mercy king Edward, mercy gracious Lord. Contemptuous villains, call ye now for truce? Mine ears are stopped against your bootless cries, Sound drums alarum, draw threatening swords? Ah noble Prince, take pity on this town, And hear us mighty king: We claim the promise that your highness 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 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 shallbe dragged about these walls, And after feel the stroke of quartering steel, This is your doom, go soldiers see it done.
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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. 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. 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. 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 wele martch, Proudly toward Callis with tryumphant pace, Vnto my royall father, and there bring, The tribut of my wars, faire Fraunce his king. No more Queene Phillip, pacifie your ſelfe, Copland, except he can excuſe his fault, Shall finde diſpleaſure written in our lookes, And now vnto this proud reſiſting towne, Souldiers aſſault, I will no longer ſtay, To be deluded by their falſe delaies, Put all to ſword, and make the ſpoyle your owne. Mercy king Edward, mercie gratious Lord. Gontemptuous villaines, call ye now for truce? Mine eares are ſtopt againſt your booteleſſe cryes, Sound drums allarum, draw threatning ſwords? Ah noble Prince, take pittie on this towne, And heare vs mightie king: We claime the promiſe that your highnes made, The two daies reſpit is not yet expirde, And we are come with willingnes to beare, What tortering death or puniſhment you pleaſe, So that the trembling multitude be ſaued, My promiſe, wel I do confeſſe as much; But I require the cheefeſt Citizens, And men of moſt account that ſhould ſubmit, You peraduenture are but ſeruile groomes, Or ſome fellonious robbers on the Sea, Whome apprehended law would execute, Albeit ſeuerity lay dead in vs, No no ye cannot ouerreach vs thus, The Sun dread Lord that in the weſtern fall, Beholds vs now low brought through miſerie, Did in the Orient purple of the morne, Salute our comming forth when we were knowne Or may our portion be with damned fiends, If it be ſo, then let our couenant ſtand, We take poſſeſſion of the towne in peace, But for your ſelues looke you for no remorſe, But as imperiall iuſtice hath decreed, Your bodies ſhalbe dragd about theſe wals, And after feele the ſtroake of quartering ſteele, This is your dome, go ſouldiets ſee it done.