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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1886 Excerpt: ...in AB and Col.--47. Col. ends the line at liege.--48. Stage-dir. added by Del. And so reduce him from a scoulding drum To be the herald and deare counsaile-bearer Betwixt a goddesse and a mighty king. Go, bid the drummer learne to touch the Lute, 60 Or hang him in the braces of his drum; For now we thinke it an vnciuill thing, To trouble heauen with such harsh resounds: Away! The quarrell that I haue requires no armes 65 But these of myne: and these shall meete my foe In a deepe march of penytrable grones; My eyes shall be my arrowes, and my sighes Shall serue me as the vantage of the winde, To wherle away my sweetest artyllerie. 70-Ah but, alas, she winnes the sunne of me, For that is she her selfe; and thence it comes That Poets tearme the wanton warriour blinde; But loue hath eyes as iudgement to his steps, Till too much loued glory dazles them.--Enter Lodwike. 75 How now? Lod. My liege, the drum that stroke the lusty march, Stands with Prince Edward, your thrice valiant sonne. Enter Prince Edward. King. I see the boy, oh, how his mothers face, Modeld in his, corrects my straid desire, 80 And rates my heart, and chides my theeuish eie, Who, being rich ennough in seeing her, Yet seekes elsewhere: and basest theft is that Which cannot cloke it selffe on pouertie.--'Now, boy, what newes? 62, 63. One line in AB; div. by Cap.--63. (Stage-dir.) Exit Lod. B.--68. ventage Del.--74. two much A.--Stage-dir. after l. 75 in AB; set aright by Del. (Re-enter LouowiCK).--77. Enter PxinCK. LouowiCJf retires to the door. Del.--79. Molded B and Edd.--83. cloke check Cap. and Edd., except Del. Pr. Edw. I haue assembled, my deare Lord and father, 85 The choysest buds of all our English blood For our affaires in Fraunce; and heere we come To take direction from your maiestie...