Edward III

he shall not live to see those days. King Edward Why, then his epitaph is lasting praise. Audley

Yet, good my lord, ’tis too much wilfulness,
To let his blood be spilt that may be sav’d.

King Edward

Exclaim no more; for none of you can tell
Whether a borrow’d 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 deliver’d by our hands,
And still in danger he’ll expect the like;
But if himself himself redeem from thence,
He will have vanquish’d, cheerful, death and fear,
And ever after dread their force no more
Than if they were but babes or captive slaves.

Audley O cruel Father!⁠—Farewell, Edward, then! Derby Farewell, sweet prince, the hope of chivalry! Artois O, would my life might ransom him from death! King Edward

But, soft; me thinks I hear Retreat sounded.
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 shivered lance; his sword, and battered armour, borne before him, and the body of the King of Bohemia, wrapped in the colours. Lords run and embrace him. Audley O joyful sight! victorious Edward lives! Derby Welcome, brave prince! King Edward Welcome, Plantagenet! Embracing him. Prince Edward

First having done my duty, as beseem’d, Kneels, and kisses his father’s hand.
Lords, I regreet you all with hearty thanks.
And now, behold⁠—after my winter’s toil,
My painful voyage on the boist’rous 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 firstfruit of my sword,
Cropp’d and cut down even at the gate of death,
The King of Boheme, father, whom I slew;
Whose thousands had intrench’d 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-lab’ring woodman’s axe
That is enjoin’d to fell a load of oaks⁠—
Began to falter, straight I would remember
My gifts you gave me and my zealous vow,
And then new courage made me fresh again;
That, in despite, I carv’d my passage forth
And put the multitude to speedy flight.
Lo, thus hath Edward’s hand fill’d your request,
And done, I hope, the duty of a knight.

King Edward

Ay, well thou hast deserv’d a knighthood, Ned!
And, therefore, with thy sword, yet reeking warm Receiving it from the soldier who bore it and laying it on the kneeling Prince.
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 proved thyself fit heir unto a king.

Prince Edward

Here is a note, my gracious lord, of those
That in this conflict of our foes were slain:
Eleven princes of esteem; fourscore
Barons; a hundred and twenty knights;
And thirty thousand common soldiers;
And, of our men, a thousand.

King Edward

Our God be praised! Now, John of France, I hope,
Thou know’st King Edward for no wantonness,
No love-sick cockney; nor his soldiers, jades.⁠—
But which way is the fearful king escap’d?

Prince Edward Towards Poitiers, noble father, and his sons. King Edward

Ned, thou and Audley shall pursue them still;
Myself and Derby will to Calice straight,
And there be begirt that Haven town with siege.
Now lies it on an upshot; therefore strike,
And wistly follow whiles the game’s on foot.
What picture’s this? Pointing to the colours.

Prince Edward

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.” Flourish. Exeunt in triumph.

Act IV6

Scene I

Bretagne. Camp of the English.

	Forces under the Earl of Salisbury; Salisbury’s Tent. Enter Salisbury; to him, Lord Mountford, attended, a coronet in his hand.
Mountford	My Lord of Salisbury, since by your aid Mine enemy Sir Charles of Blois is slain, And I again am quietly possess’d In Britain’s dukedom, know that I resolve, For this kind furth’rance 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.
Salisbury	I take it, Mountford: thus, I hope, ere long The whole dominions of the realm of France Will be surrender’d to his conquering hand. Exit Mountford and Train. Now, if I knew but safely how to pass, I would at Calice gladly meet his grace, Whither I am by letters certified That he intends to have his host remov’d. It shall be so: this policy will serve:⁠— Ho, who’s within? Bring Villiers to me.⁠—
	Enter Villiers.
	Villiers, thou know’st, 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 may’st 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 may’st easily obtain, I think, By reason I have often heard thee say, He and thyself were students once together) And then thou shalt be set at liberty. How say’st thou? wilt thou undertake to do it?
Villiers	I will, my lord; but I must speak with him.
Salisbury	Why, so thou shalt; take horse, and post from hence: Only, before thou go’st, 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.
Villiers	To that condition I agree, my lord, And will unfeignedly perform the same.
Salisbury	Farewell, Villiers.⁠—Exit Villiers. This once I mean to try a Frenchman’s faith. Exit.

Scene II

Picardy. The English camp before Calais.

Enter King Edward and Derby, with