Act V, Scene 1
Picardy. The English camp before Calais.
- Enter King Edward, Queen Philippa, Derby, soldiers.
Edward III1 - 7
- 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.
- Enter six Citizens of Calais in their shirts, barefoot, with
- halters about their necks.
All Citizens of Calais8
- Mercy, king Edward, mercy, gracious lord!
Edward III9 - 11
- Contemptuous villains, call ye now for truce?
- Mine ears are stopped against your bootless cries:—
- Sound, drums alarum; draw threatening swords!
First Citizen of Calais12 - 18
- 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.
Edward III19 - 26
- My promise? Well, I do confess as much:
- But I do 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.
Second Citizen of Calais27 - 31
- 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.
Edward III32 - 38
- 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 shall be dragged about these walls,
- And after feel the stroke of quartering steel:
- This is your doom;—go, soldiers, see it done.
Queen Philippa39 - 46
- Ah, be more mild unto these yielding men!
- It is a glorious thing to stablish peace,
- And kings approach the nearest unto God
- By giving life and safety unto men:
- As thou intendest to be King of France,
- So let her people live to call thee king;
- For what the sword cuts down or fire hath spoiled,
- Is held in reputation none of ours.
Edward III47 - 55
- Although experience teach us this is true,
- That peaceful quietness brings most delight,
- When most of all abuses are controlled;
- Yet, insomuch it shall be known that we
- As well can master our affections
- As conquer other by the dint of sword,
- Philip, prevail; we yield to thy request:
- These men shall live to boast of clemency,
- And, tyranny, strike terror to thyself.
Second Citizen of Calais56
- Long live your highness! Happy be your reign!
Edward III57 - 63
- Go, get you hence, return unto the town,
- And if this kindness hath deserved your love,
- Learn then to reverence Edward as your king.—
- Exeunt Citizens of Calais.
- Now, might we hear of our affairs abroad,
- We would, till gloomy winter were o’er spent,
- Dispose our men in garrison a while.
- But who comes here?
- Enter Copland and King David.
Earl of Derby64
- Copland, my lord, and David, King of Scots.
Edward III65 - 66
- Is this the proud presumptuous esquire of the north,
- That would not yield his prisoner to my Queen?
Copland67 - 68
- I am, my liege, a northern esquire indeed,
- But neither proud nor insolent, I trust.
Edward III69 - 70
- What moved thee, then, to be so obstinate
- To contradict our royal Queen’s desire?
Copland71 - 82
- No willful disobedience, mighty lord,
- But my desert and public law at arms:
- I took the king myself in single fight,
- And, like a soldiers, would be loath to lose
- The least pre-eminence that I had won.
- And Copland straight upon your highness’ charge
- Is come to France, and with a lowly mind
- Doth vale the bonnet of his victory:
- Receive, dread lord, the custom of my fraught,
- The wealthy tribute of my laboring hands,
- Which should long since have been surrendered up,
- Had but your gracious self been there in place.
Queen Philippa83 - 84
- But, Copland, thou didst scorn the king’s command,
- Neglecting our commission in his name.
Copland85 - 87
- His name I reverence, but his person more;
- His name shall keep me in allegiance still,
- But to his person I will bend my knee.
Edward III88 - 97
- I pray thee, Philip, let displeasure pass;
- This man doth please me, and I like his words:
- For what is he that will attempt great deeds,
- And lose the glory that ensues the same?
- All rivers have recourse unto the sea,
- And Copland’s faith relation to his king.
- Kneel, therefore, down: now rise, king Edward’s knight;
- And, to maintain thy state, I freely give
- Five hundred marks a year to thee and thine.
- Enter Salisbury.
- Welcome, lord Salisbury: what news from Britain?
Earl of Salisbury98 - 101
- This, mighty king: the country we have won,
- And John de Mountford, regent of that place,
- Presents your highness with this coronet,
- Protesting true allegiance to your Grace.
Edward III102 - 103
- We thank thee for thy service, valiant Earl;
- Challenge our favor, for we owe it thee.
Earl of Salisbury104 - 106
- But now, my lord, as this is joyful news,
- So must my voice be tragical again,
- And I must sing of doleful accidents.
Edward III107 - 108
- What, have our men the overthrow at Poictiers?
- Or is our son beset with too much odds?
Earl of Salisbury109 - 156
- He was, my lord: and as my worthless self
- With forty other serviceable knights,
- Under safe conduct of the Dauphin’s seal,
- Did travail that way, finding him distressed,
- A troop of lances met us on the way,
- Surprised, and brought us prisoners to the king,
- Who, proud of this, and eager of revenge,
- Commanded straight to cut off all our heads:
- And surely we had died, but that the Duke,
- More full of honor than his angry sire,
- Procured our quick deliverance from thence;
- But, ere we went, “Salute your king,” quoth he,
- “Bid him provide a funeral for his son:
- To day our sword shall cut his thread of life;
- And, sooner than he thinks, we’ll be with him,
- To quittance those displeasures he hath done.”
- This said, we past, not daring to reply;
- Our hearts were dead, our looks diffused and wan.
- Wandering, at last we climbed unto a hill,
- From whence, although our grief were much before,
- Yet now to see the occasion with our eyes
- Did thrice so much increase our heaviness:
- For there, my lord, oh, there we did descry
- Down in a valley how both armies lay.
- The French had cast their trenches like a ring,
- And every barricado’s open front
- Was thick embossed with brazen ordinance;
- Here stood a battaile of ten thousand horse,
- There twice as many pikes in quadrant wise,
- Here crossbows, and deadly wounding darts:
- And in the midst, like to a slender point
- Within the compass of the horizon,
- (As twere a rising bubble in the sea,
- A hazel wand amidst a wood of pines,
- Or as a bear fast chained unto a stake),
- Stood famous Edward, still expecting when
- Those dogs of France would fasten on his flesh.
- Anon the death procuring knell begins:
- Off go the cannons, that with trembling noise
- Did shake the very mountain where they stood;
- Then sound the trumpets’ clangor in the air,
- The battles join: and, when we could no more
- Discern the difference twixt the friend and foe,
- So intricate the dark confusion was,
- Away we turned our watery eyes with sighs,
- As black as powder fuming into smoke.
- And thus, I fear, unhappy have I told
- The most untimely tale of Edward’s fall.
Queen Philippa157 - 161
- Ah me, is this my welcome into France?
- Is this the comfort that I looked to have,
- When I should meet with my beloved son?
- Sweet Ned, I would thy mother in the sea
- Had been prevented of this mortal grief!
Edward III162 - 175
- Content thee, Philip; ’tis not tears will serve
- To call him back, if he be taken hence:
- Comfort thyself, as I do, gentle Queen,
- With hope of sharp, unheard of, dire revenge.—
- He bids me to provide his funeral,
- And so I will; but all the peers in France
- Shall mourners be, and weep out bloody tears,
- Until their empty veins be dry and sere:
- The pillars of his hearse shall be his bones;
- The mould that covers him, their city ashes;
- His knell, the groaning cries of dying men;
- And, in the stead of tapers on his tomb,
- An hundred fifty towers shall burning blaze,
- While we bewail our valiant son’s decease.
- After a flourish, sounded within, enter an English Herald.
English Herald176 - 184
- Rejoice, my lord; ascend the imperial throne!
- The mighty and redoubted prince of Wales,
- Great servitor to bloody Mars in arms,
- The Frenchman’s terror, and his country’s fame,
- Triumphant rideth like a Roman peer,
- And, lowly at his stirrup, comes afoot
- King John of France, together with his son,
- In captive bonds; whose diadem he brings
- To crown thee with, and to proclaim thee king.
Edward III185 - 189
- Away with mourning, Philip, wipe thine eyes;—
- Sound, trumpets, welcome in Plantagenet!
- Enter Prince Edward, King John, Philip, Audley, Artois.
- As things long lost, when they are found again,
- So doth my son rejoice his father’s heart,
- For whom even now my soul was much perplexed.
Queen Philippa190 - 191
- Be this a token to express my joy,
- Kisses him.
- For inward passion will not let me speak.
Prince Edward192 - 198
- My gracious father, here receive the gift.
- Presenting him with King John’s crown.
- This wreath of conquest and reward of war,
- Got with as mickle peril of our lives,
- As ere was thing of price before this day;
- Install your highness in your proper right:
- And, herewithall, I render to your hands
- These prisoners, chief occasion of our strife.
Edward III199 - 206
- So, John of France, I see you keep your word:
- You promised to be sooner with our self
- Than we did think for, and ’tis so indeed:
- But, had you done at first as now you do,
- How many civil towns had stood untouched,
- That now are turned to ragged heaps of stones!
- How many people’s lives mightst thou have saved,
- That are untimely sunk into their graves!
John de Valois, King of France207 - 208
- Edward, recount not things irrevocable;
- Tell me what ransom thou requirest to have.
Edward III209 - 213
- Thy ransom, John, hereafter shall be known:
- But first to England thou must cross the seas,
- To see what entertainment it affords;
- How ere it falls, it cannot be so bad,
- As ours hath been since we arrived in France.
John de Valois, King of France214 - 215
- Accursed man! Of this I was foretold,
- But did misconster what the prophet told.
Prince Edward216 - 235
- Now, father, this petition Edward makes
- To thee, whose grace hath been his strongest shield,
- That, as thy pleasure chose me for the man
- To be the instrument to shew thy power,
- So thou wilt grant that many princes more,
- Bred and brought up within that little Isle,
- May still be famous for like victories!
- And, for my part, the bloody scars I bear,
- And weary nights that I have watched in field,
- The dangerous conflicts I have often had,
- The fearful menaces were proffered me,
- The heat and cold and what else might displease:
- I wish were now redoubled twenty fold,
- So that hereafter ages, when they read
- The painful traffic of my tender youth,
- Might thereby be inflamed with such resolve,
- As not the territories of France alone,
- But likewise Spain, Turkey, and what countries else
- That justly would provoke fair England’s ire,
- Might, at their presence, tremble and retire.
Edward III236 - 243
- Here, English lords, we do proclaim a rest,
- An intercession of our painful arms:
- Sheath up your swords, refresh your weary limbs,
- Peruse your spoils; and, after we have breathed
- A day or two within this haven town,
- God willing, then for England we’ll be shipped;
- Where, in a happy hour, I trust, we shall
- Arrive, three kings, two princes, and a queen.