Edward III
Act II, Scene 2
Roxborough. Another part of the castle.
- Enter at one door Derby from France, At an other door Audley
- with a Drum.
Earl of Derby
1 - 2- Thrice noble Audley, well encount’red here!
- How is it with our sovereign and his peers?
Audley
3 - 7- ’Tis full a fortnight, since I saw his highness
- What time he sent me forth to muster men;
- Which I accordingly have done, and bring them hither
- In fair array before his majesty.
- What news, my Lord of Derby, from the Emperor?
Earl of Derby
8 - 12- As good as we desire: the Emperor
- Hath yielded to his highness friendly aid,
- And makes our king lieutenant general
- In all his lands and large dominions;
- Then via! For the spatious bounds of France!
Audley
13- What, doth his highness leap to hear these news?
Earl of Derby
14 - 19- 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,
- Artois and all look underneath the brows.
Audley
20- Undoubtedly, then, some thing is amiss.
- Trumpet within.
Earl of Derby
21- The trumpets sound, the king is now abroad.
- Enter the King.
Audley
22- Here comes his highness.
Earl of Derby
23- Befall my sovereign all my sovereign’s wish!
Edward III
24- Ah, that thou wert a witch to make it so!
Earl of Derby
25- The Emperor greeteth you.
- Presenting Letters.
Edward III
26- Aside.
- Would it were the Countess!
Earl of Derby
27- And hath accorded to your highness suite.
Edward III
28- Aside.
- Thou liest, she hath not; but I would she had.
Audley
29- All love and duty to my lord the King!
Edward III
30- Aside.
- Well, all but one is none.—What news with you?
Audley
31 - 32- I have, my liege, levied those horse and foot
- According to your charge, and brought them hither.
Edward III
33 - 35- Then let those foot trudge hence upon those horse
- According to our discharge, and be gone.—
- Darby, I’ll look upon the Countess’ mind anon.
Earl of Derby
36- The Countess’ mind, my liege?
Edward III
37- I mean the Emperor. Leave me alone.
Audley
38- What is his mind?
Earl of Derby
39- Let’s leave him to his humor.
- Exeunt.
Edward III
40 - 46- 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 Lodowick.
- What says the more than Cleopatra’s match
- To Caesar now?
Lodowick
47 - 48- That yet, my liege, ere night
- She will resolve your majesty.
- Drum within.
Edward III
49 - 75- What drum is this that thunders forth this march,
- To start the tender Cupid in my bosom?
- Poor sheepskin, how it brawls with him that beateth it!
- Go, break the thundring 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 counsel 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!
- Exit Lodowick.
- 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 sun of me,
- For that is she herself, and thence it comes
- That poets term the wanton warrior blind;
- But love hath eyes as judgement to his steps,
- Till too much loved glory dazzles them.—
- Enter Lodowick.
- How now?
Lodowick
76 - 77- My liege, the drum that stroke the lusty march,
- Stands with Prince Edward, your thrice valiant son.
- Enter Prince Edward.
- Exit Lodowick.
Edward III
78 - 84- I see the boy; oh, how his mother’s face,
- Modeled 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?
Prince Edward
85 - 88- 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.
Edward III
89 - 103- Still do I see in him delineate
- His mother’s visage; those his eyes are hers,
- Who, looking wistely on me, make me blush:
- For faults against themselves give evidence;
- Lust is fire, and men like lanterns show
- Light 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 colors sweet the air of France.
- Enter Lodowick.
Lodowick
104 - 105- My liege, the Countess with a smiling cheer
- Desires access unto your Majesty.
Edward III
106 - 124- 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 Lodowick.
- The sin is more to hack and hew poor men,
- Than to embrace in an unlawful bed
- The register of all rarities
- Since leatheren Adam till this youngest hour.
- Enter Countess escorted by Lodowick.
- Go, Lodowick, 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 Lodowick.
- Now, my soul’s playfellow, art thou come
- To speak the more than heavenly word of “yea”
- To my objection in thy beauteous love?
Countess
125- My father on his blessing hath commanded—
Edward III
126- That thou shalt yield to me?
Countess
127- Aye, dear my liege, your due.
Edward III
128 - 129- And that, my dearest love, can be no less
- Than right for right and tender love for love.
Countess
130 - 139- Then 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.
Edward III
140- Name them, fair Countess, and, by heaven, I will.
Countess
141 - 142- It is their lives that stand between our love,
- That I would have choked up, my sovereign.
Edward III
143- Whose lives, my Lady?
Countess
144 - 147- My thrice loving liege,
- Your Queen and Salisbury, my wedded husband,
- Who living have that title in our love,
- That we cannot bestow but by their death.
Edward III
148- Thy opposition is beyond our Law.
Countess
149 - 153- 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.
Edward III
154 - 159- 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 swom an easy current for his love,
- But I will through a Hellespont of blood,
- To arrive at Sestos where my Hero lies.
Countess
160 - 162- 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.
Edward III
163 - 165- Thy beauty makes them guilty of their death
- And gives in evidence that they shall die;
- Upon which verdict I, their Judge, condemn them.
Countess
166 - 169- Aside.
- O perjured 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.
Edward III
170- What says my fair love? Is she resolute?
Countess
171 - 191- 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 knifes:
- 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 a sleep 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 hence forth to solicit me;
- Or else, by heaven, this sharp-pointed knife
- Shall stain thy earth with that which thou would stain,
- My poor chaste blood. Swear, Edward, swear,
- Or I will strike and die before thee here.
Edward III
192 - 212- 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 taskt
- The vain endeavor of so many pens:
- Arise, and be my fault thy honor’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 Newhaven; some there stay for me:
- Myself, Artois, and Darby will through Flanders,
- To greet our friends there and to crave their aide.
- 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.