Edward III
Act III, Scene 4
Picardy. The fields near Cressy.
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Alarum. Enter a many Frenchmen flying. After them Prince
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Edward, running. Then enter King John and Duke of Lorraine.
John de Valois, King of France
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Oh, Lorraine, say, what mean our men to fly?
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Our number is far greater than our foes.
Duke of Lorraine
3 - 11
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The garrison of Genoaes, my lord,
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That came from Paris weary with their march,
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Grudging to be so suddenly employ’d,
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No sooner in the forefront took their place,
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But, straight retiring, so dismayed the rest,
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As likewise they betook themselves to flight,
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In which, for haste to make a safe escape,
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More in the clustering throng are pressed to death,
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Than by the enemy, a thousand fold.
John de Valois, King of France
12 - 13
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O hapless fortune! Let us yet assay,
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If we can counsel some of them to stay.
