King Edward the Third
ACT IV. SCENE II. Picardy. The English Camp before Calais.

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[Enter King Edward and Derby, with Soldiers.]

KING EDWARD.

Since they refuse our proffered league, my Lord,

And will not ope their gates, and let us in,

We will intrench our selves on every side,

That neither vituals nor supply of men

May come to succour this accursed town:

Famine shall combat where our swords are stopped.

[Enter six poor Frenchmen.]

DERBY.

The promised aid, that made them stand aloof,

Is now retired and gone an other way:

It will repent them of their stubborn will.

But what are these poor ragged slaves, my Lord?

KING EDWARD.

Ask what they are; it seems, they come from Callis.

DERBY.

You wretched patterns of despair and woe,

What are you, living men or gliding ghosts,

Crept from your graves to walk upon the earth?

POOR.

No ghosts, my Lord, but men that breath a life

Far worse than is the quiet sleep of death:

We are distressed poor inhabitants,

That long have been diseased, sick, and lame;

And now, because we are not fit to serve,

The Captain of the town hath thrust us forth,

That so expense of victuals may be saved.

KING EDWARD.

A charitable deed, no doubt, and worthy praise!

But how do you imagine then to speed?

We are your enemies; in such a case

We can no less but put ye to the sword,

Since, when we proffered truce, it was refused.

POOR.

And if your grace no otherwise vouchsafe,

As welcome death is unto us as life.

KING EDWARD.

Poor silly men, much wronged and more distressed!

Go, Derby, go, and see they be relieved;

Command that victuals be appointed them,

And give to every one five Crowns a piece.

[Exeunt Derby and Frenchmen.]

The Lion scorns to touch the yielding prey,

And Edward's sword must flesh it self in such

As wilful stubbornness hath made perverse.

[Enter Lord Percy.]

KING EDWARD.

Lord Percy! welcome: what's the news in England?

PERCY.

The Queen, my Lord, comes here to your Grace,

And from her highness and the Lord viceregent

I bring this happy tidings of success:

David of Scotland, lately up in arms,

Thinking, belike, he soonest should prevail,

Your highness being absent from the Realm,

Is, by the fruitful service of your peers

And painful travel of the Queen her self,

That, big with child, was every day in arms,

Vanquished, subdued, and taken prisoner.

KING EDWARD.

Thanks, Percy, for thy news, with all my heart!

What was he took him prisoner in the field?

PERCY.

A Esquire, my Lord; John Copland is his name:

Who since, intreated by her Majesty,

Denies to make surrender of his prize

To any but unto your grace alone;

Whereat the Queen is grievously displeased.

KING EDWARD.

Well, then we'll have a Pursiuvant despatched,

To summon Copland hither out of hand,

And with him he shall bring his prisoner king.

PERCY.

The Queen's, my Lord, her self by this at Sea,

And purposeth, as soon as wind will serve,

To land at Callis, and to visit you.

KING EDWARD.

She shall be welcome; and, to wait her coming,

I'll pitch my tent near to the sandy shore.

[Enter a French Captain.]

CAPTAIN.

The Burgesses of Callis, mighty king,

Have by a counsel willingly decreed

To yield the town and Castle to your hands,

Upon condition it will please your grace

To grant them benefit of life and goods.

KING EDWARD.

They will so! Then, belike, they may command,

Dispose, elect, and govern as they list.

No, sirra, tell them, since they did refuse

Our princely clemency at first proclaimed,

They shall not have it now, although they would;

I will accept of nought but fire and sword,

Except, within these two days, six of them,

That are the wealthiest merchants in the town,

Come naked, all but for their linen shirts,

With each a halter hanged about his neck,

And prostrate yield themselves, upon their knees,

To be afflicted, hanged, or what I please;

And so you may inform their masterships.

[Exeunt Edward and Percy.]

CAPTAIN.

Why, this it is to trust a broken staff:

Had we not been persuaded, John our King

Would with his army have relieved the town,

We had not stood upon defiance so:

But now tis past that no man can recall,

And better some do go to wrack them all.

[Exit.]

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